Novels by Ritam Pore

It has been a time, I never met St.Maryone garden or better known as a park. Sometimes you can say a love hub for me.This magical tale started before my MBA course.I was just sitting in the same garden with sipping a cup of nice and warm coffee when suddenly a man steals my bag and runs from me.I got shocked and screamed for help by pointing my index fingers toward him. He heard me shrieking and got more energy to run.However at last he was somehow catched by the Sheriff.