A young Japanese boy, worried that his grandfather is lonely, accompanies him to the public bath.

After my ex-girlfriend got married and was sunning herself in a circle of friends, my hands just replied, "Why doesn't it look like me?" But his husband became serious and took me to be a paternity test. Something terrible happened! This child really isn't her husband's, but he isn't mine either! What should I do? He was carrying a kitchen knife downstairs in my house...

Krishnamurthy (a) Kittu lives in a multistoried apartment at Chennai. A retired Tamil teacher, settled in a remote village, after having lost his wife, moved to his daughter’s home at Chennai. Kittu grandpa is fondly addressed by the children in the apartments as ‘Story Grandpa’ as he used to gather children on Sundays and tell interesting stories with an apparent moral in each and every story. The children, who are generally saddled to mobiles, televisions, video games etc., shun them for a while to surround the grandpa and listen to his mesmerizing stories. In addition to story-telling he used sing songs and requests the children also to sing, dance and play. To keep them aware of green environment he encourages them to plant saplings. His stories were also filled with humor coupled with a touch of humanity. The stories unfolded by Grandpa form the rest of the book.

An intimate and engaging Native food memoir In these coming-of-age tales set on the Menominee Indian Reservation of the 1980s and 1990s, Thomas Pecore Weso explores the interrelated nature of meals and memories. As he puts it, “I cannot separate foods from the moments in my life when I first tasted them.” Weso’s stories recall the foods that influenced his youth in northern Wisconsin: subsistence meals from hunted, fished, and gathered sources; the culinary traditions of the German, Polish, and Swedish settler descendants in the area; and the commodity foods distributed by the government—like canned pork, dried beans, and powdered eggs—that made up the bulk of his family’s pantry. His mom called this “survival food.” These stories from the author’s teen and tween years—some serious, some laugh-out-loud funny—will take readers from Catholic schoolyards to Native foot trails to North Woods bowling alleys, while providing Weso’s perspective on the political currents of the era. The book also contains dozens of recipes, from turtle soup and gray squirrel stew to twice-baked cheesy potatoes. This follow-up to Weso’s Good Seeds: A Menominee Indian Food Memoir is a hybrid of modern foodways, Indigenous history, and creative nonfiction from a singular storyteller.

A touching portrayal of the loss of a grandparent. “When summer started, I got Grampa’s stopwatch,” a small child says. “I don’t want his stopwatch. I want him.” Grampa used to time everything. A race to the end of the street and back: 24 seconds. Eating bubblegum ice cream: 1 minute, 58 seconds. But now, Grampa’s gone. “There are no more Grampa minutes, Grampa seconds,” the child says. “Time just stops.” But as time goes on, the stopwatch becomes a cherished symbol of remembrance, and the child uses it to carry on Grampa’s favorite pastimes and traditions. A treasured ritual from the past can sometimes offer the perfect bridge to the future.

The shopping mall was like a battlefield. A quiet undercurrent flowed through the streets. One wrong move, and he would have died without a complete corpse...

The year I dropped out of school, I started my hot-blooded life. Lolita, the oneesan came to him one by one ... ...

Gobar, a boy in a Himalayan village, has to fulfill his martyred father's dream of making him an army officer. But his mother dies, he suffers at the hands of village bullies and flees to Delhi. After many ups and downs, Gobar is adopted by an underworld don. He starts a flourishing estate business. As Gobar's dream project is about to complete, an honest officer in the city planning office orders demolition of its top floors. That makes Gobar [now a mighty Dhan-saab] extremely revengeful, and he plots to bring a painful end to the officer's life. The final action against the officer takes place, but does it fulfill Gobar’s childhood dream?

"Hey, woman, how about I promise you my life?" The man with a pair of Hand Ring breasts stood in front of her and said to her."Scram, I don't want to sleep in the dregs!" The pure and flirtatious woman pointed at the man and arrogantly said!If she had known that the man she had saved before was so troublesome, she definitely wouldn't have been so hard to deal with back then.