Foggy, Blurry, Obscure, Hazy These Cold Nights Turns Crazy It Dawns Upon Like a Mirage Dark, Darker,...
Literature
Father (Man of the house) (Warrior in disguise) (My Mentor, My Guide) (My Supporter, My Protector) ....
I don’t know if I love the canopy of god’s umbrella more than the vanity of metropolis,...
Thou, the myriad minded master Mastering the mankind as scepter Thou, the luminous lodestar Permeating the values...
Beguiled by his charms I stood there dreaming Feet on the mustard farms I jolted screaming ....
(This first person frictional story is about a schizophrenic woman who wakes up and doesn’t recollect anything....
It is 8:50 am. I am in the bazaar. Walking down the road, I notice some shops...
Traveling for me is like breathing. As breathing is needed for my body, traveling is needed for...
Bequeath thy erumpent flames Oh, Sun! Bequeath them in the hands of night.. The day now retreats...
Who killed Lord Lyall? And how was it done? A pressing question, assemble everyone. On your feet,...