I’m writing a story

I am writing a story, and it goes like this. The protagonist – me – is sitting with a girl on the floor in the corner of the room all curled up because of the cold. We’re having a conversation on things that might seem irrelevant to a passer by. We smile and laugh and… Continue reading I’m writing a story

The last day of College

            The last day of college was an amazing thing for me. Not because I had mixed feelings. Not because I was going to miss people. Not because I was happy that college was finally over. Not because I was sad that I was going to lose a lot of friends. It’s because other people… Continue reading The last day of College

The story of a chocolate

Hey guys.. Here’s a story I want you to read but not read into. Once there was a factory which wanted to create a chocolate bar which contained things that people liked. They asked people for suggestions one by one to add everything that people wanted to the chocolate bar. They asked around. A group… Continue reading The story of a chocolate

Helping in fear

Today, in the afternoon, I had to drop my aunt home. When I was returning back, I noticed a guy calling. “Dai (Brother)” he shouted as I slowed my scooter to a stop. He came rushing; limping, but rushing. “Which road are you going by? Could you drop me a little ahead?” He asked. I… Continue reading Helping in fear

When she cried

I could see – lines running through her cheeks. Those places where her makeup had worn off And salty waters had absorbed the whitish powder. Her face was blunt; Her nose dripping, as she slowly wiped the extra liquid off with her finger, making that light sniffing sound sad people make. Her eyes were red;… Continue reading When she cried

During those irritating times!

We have a very irritating cultural misconception here that women can’t do certain things (like go in the kitchen, go to the temple, touch dressers and drawers) during their monthly bloody visits. The things they can’t do vary with each household but most are common in every household. Some societies take it so far that… Continue reading During those irritating times!

You Online

Ever since I met you, there’s been this feeling inside Butterflies in my heart; that I haven’t been able to hide Every minute I talk to you, I feel like I’ve turned young And its silly because – talking is the only thing we’ve done Everyday that I sit on my computer, and wait for… Continue reading You Online

Between you and me

Between you and me There exists a distance. Although our bodies may be Wrapped together in lust, We know that our minds Are millions of miles apart. Maybe because we think alike. And like poles repel, they say. Between you and me There exists a tension. Mostly caused by self-hatred The simple truth behind lies.… Continue reading Between you and me