We held hands as we spoke, as our eyes devoured each other. We made a promise to be together, forever as our breaths mingled as one. To see each other through, to be there together as our rhythm united. Life is so temperamental as it strives to challenge our promises. Each new day, each hour …
He saw the boy seemed to be doing the right things, the clothes were picked, the books were stacked even the toys were picked. He keep looking as the boy worked, hopeful and waiting. Surya looked around the room and felt that it looked pretty neat. The clothes were all in the cupboard. He had …
Dimple let out a thankful sigh with a little prayer as she sank on the bed. Finally, she had a moment of peace. It had been another of those days where everything seemed to pile up. Right from morning, it had felt that everyone around her was either dumb or plain stupid. The milkman had …
What even we might do, sometimes it is not enough. I have been using my phone as much as possible to cope with the temperamental tantrums my #DellLaptop has been showing. My writing has been very inconsistent since the past one month and though much of it had to do with the fabulous trip I …
Scream!! The questions that are endless; the discussions that are pointless. The assumptions that are demented! The thoughts that are vile. The views that are skewed and the points that are unfair. So many thoughts and so many sentences. All leading to heartburn and heartache, making us ‘food for thought’ and someone’s dinner conversation. Do …
Jaws of death, gripped so well; like an embrace of the most loving kind. It was warm, strong & enveloped me completely. Why jaws; they were arms. A perfect grip! Why death; it was a result. A perfect finish! Why death; I welcomed the release, it was providence – destiny. Written for the From 15 …
I have been blogging for the past five years and I too have come across the dreaded writer’s block a few times. Even though I am not an extremely regimented writer and I don’t feel the pressure to write daily but sometimes you want to write but it just doesn’t happen. I may not write …