She had driven all the way across town for a meeting, which didn’t happen eventually. The terrible traffic wasn’t helping her foul mood. She was sick of her being stuck in first gear. Her knees were hurting out of the…
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Through my fiction I am born again
Walkin’ along
The morning was unsure of the season. The sun shone bright enough to evaporate the dew drops, but the light breeze blew cool air to ruffle up the leaves. Morning walkers paced down the road, carefully dodging the parked vehicles,…
The Imperfect Mr. Right
Here goes, I am publishing the first chapter of my novel on my blog. This is the reason why I have been so irregular with the blog… Dying for some feedback 🙂 ——— Chapter One: OneStop was a noisy place…
The Shadow
These days the shadow that thrives on my happiness has gotten darker. It has gotten darker to the extent of being indestructible by the feeble lights I flash on it. The shadow only gets darker each day. The shadow eats…
Writer’s dream
I want to write Breaking free from the chains That bind me down To me I want to float away Far from the reach Of these constellations Into a land of my mind I want to break open, This cage…
Plain Jane
I don’t have the long pretty hair, For you to lose yourself in. And my cheeks aren’t that fair, That your touch would make them pink. I don’t have those deep blue eyes, In which you might want to drown.…
Imagination
His eyes are full of hope But sometimes that hope just can’t cope With the realities that he perceives Perceptions deceive, Until his heart grieves For he begins to think he cannot… The mind races with the heart, An intense…
First Attempt at Hindi!!!!!!!
Not particularly proud of it…. but its my first attempt at writing Hindi….Feedback pls…. Ankhon me jo chehra tha Aaj jaane kahan kho gaya Shayad yahin kahin hoga Kya tumne use dekha uske Ankhon me ek chamak thi, Muskurahat me…
past, past…zoom into the future…
When I was 6….Life was much about the others. I went out with my parent’s friends. My grandma took me to the market and she bought me sweets. My grandfather narrated stories to me. Dad told me right from wrong.…
the valley and the sun
If they ask you who I am, Just say I m a scent… That reminds you of the moon And makes you want to flow With the springs in the valley… If someone asks me who you are, I promise…