The Survivor’s Tale…
They say rules are just guidelines, not mandatory. I think so in my country, India, but I follow the same
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The need manifestation…
A mother sits alone staring blankly at the television. Her children in far off countries are busy in their lives.
The miles bygone…
The rain was mighty. But it wouldn’t dampen the spirits of the children running home after school. The elderly stood
We’ll meet again…
The asphalt shivered nervously as cars sped away. The moon was a mere echo of itself tonight. It was cold,
Lost…
The gate seemed wobbly, wanting to submit to gravity as he pushed it open. The soil was moist from recent
Love…
Sometimes we don’t know why. Why we do the things we do. Why we say the things we say… Sometimes
Virtual Paradise…
Far too many times in my childhood have I seen those electronic ‘virtual’ pets. For those of you who haven’t
The things that I want, by Max Payne
I felt the rise of an old familiar feeling… It twirled around my head like fumes rising from a chemistry
Mom, I’m leaving…
She held my hand tight when I finally made it home. There was this sudden energy and happiness in her
Forgotten Moments…
The exam was dreadful as usual. As I scribbled in “Chronicles of Narnia” on an
The Noise…
There is a sound of a violent chainsaw blaring into the room. It seemed a bit distant but now it
I’m Busy…
DISCLAIMER: This article does not refer to those who are really busy working their asses
Reflections of Longing…
You come to, amidst the wreckage of your own making. You toss and turn over for some shut eye, hoping
The City that never sleeps…
The coffee was getting cold, steam rising from it in large swarms. A table lamp shaded its warmth alongside its
23 years and Counting…
Life kick started with a certificate. A birth certificate… A carefree baby. A carefree yet curious toddler. Lot of doodling