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My own speaking tree

White hair and the kindest eyes A long life’s story full of sugar and spice, To his thoughts and advice, she listens intently He is, her very own, speaking tree. Continue reading →

Odd Love

She does this often; she lies on the grass and stares at the sky. Her brown eyes, always looking for something special, glisten as the clouds cover and uncover the Continue reading →

The Boy named Crow

The thoughts and musings of a college-going bookworm on reading ‘Kafka on the shore’. He scares you, thrills you, instigates deep emotions in you, and makes you laugh; all at Continue reading →

The Twist of Fate

“Maa! Maa! We have to leave! It’s coming this way! The tornado is coming this way! Grab everything you can! We have to leave!” “Where will we go? Who cares Continue reading →

The Creator

A deeply disturbed Raghav sat back in his garden chair wondering about the events that had transpired in the last one hour. Sipping his unusually bitter morning coffee and tangentially Continue reading →

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Idols of Stone. Idols of Gold.

Idols of stone, idols of gold they don’t know what the future holds they are representations of man’s fear of happiness, sadness, joys and tears of the unknown, of the Continue reading →

I am a Girl.

Girl, a poem by Jamaica Kincaid, and a few other events have inspired this post.. I am a girl. I came into this world like any other being but I Continue reading →

The Library. Part 2

I wake up with a start. I’m on, what seems like, a hospital bed; white bed, white sheets, white curtains and white clothes. I press the buzzer next to my Continue reading →

The Library

So.. I didn’t know what to write today but I do have a short story that I wrote around 2 years back.. let me know what you think!   I Continue reading →

The India I Love

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