It’s morning of Sunday- dark, cloudy and wet, With a hot cup of tea, my rainy vibes...
Literature
Selfie a form of self-expression has taken the social media by storm. Is it a harmless fad...
Underneath the horizon, till the pristine sun shone, never did I hear any breathe besides me, but...
It was a cold winter evening, The blacksmith’s work was almost finishing, When running towards him, came...
Foggy, Blurry, Obscure, Hazy These Cold Nights Turns Crazy It Dawns Upon Like a Mirage Dark, Darker,...
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....