Stories The loner This is a scribbling I've done, sitting on marine drive Mumbai the other night. I wanted to keep the image as it is, instead of typing it or editing it. Please give your
Stories Sar Pass lapse Nowhere close to infinity, we were at 13,800 ft. A few foot steps on the canvas of snow, imprinted memories deep within, lived an experience. It was life beyond comforts. Limits pushed
Stories Moonrise Alone in the misty woods, the river flow being echoed, he stood on the cliff watching the distant stars fade away in brightness. The golden line on the sky made itself vivid, cleared
Stories One Last Letter Staring at stars, a voice whispered, “Did you get response yet?” I held my tears, kept my voice low, took a heavy breath. I tricked my mind to travel a few years ago.
Stories The souls apart She: Sky looks beautiful, today? Don't you think? He: Amidst of all those stars, you see my reflection. She: They say, all dead men become a star! Which one are you from that
Stories Flying to the sun Dracula by Bram Stoker, 488 pages. Time taken: 12 hours. Age: 11 years I didn't intend to complete it, at all. Judging by the size and vocabulary of the book, it was not
Stories The Reunion, a Celebration It was 5:30pm when I found myself under the shower of cold water. I was out and dressed up, all ready for the most unexpected and unique day of my life, reunion
Stories I love you, forever. Just like any other day, they met in their jogging lane. Sitting on a bench facing the endless sea, she asked, "Do you believe in life after death?" "I never
Stories Ni-cot-ene withdrawls! "Class ke baad mafia?" on whatsapp at 11:55am. And then we sat there till 3:00pm, shifted to canteen because some douchebag is taking class in UG-I. "Proxy maarna.
Stories The Exit They were not 4 years of life, it was life of four years. Infinite memories, I wish I could sum them up all in a few words. There was never a feel of
Stories Behind her Blood It was march 21st, '12 early morning before sunrise and I could hear Imperial March from distance. She woke up and answered the call.. "He..lloooo", in my drowsy voice. "
Stories Dusk at the dawn It is very special pleasure to have a dusk and dawn together, isn't it? I feel so pleasant spending time here when I had worries. I always reach there before dusk, watching the
Stories Life is Dark, After all.... After an hour, "Hello!" "Ya uncle, how are you?" "She is in coma" "Whaaat??" "That was a horrible accident. We are lucky that she
Stories Mumbai to Amalapuram - with a retired prostitute _“Yaatriyan krupaya dhyaan de. Gaadi kramaank 11019 platform kramank paanch se thodi hi der mein ravaana hogi”_I rose up from the old iron chair in the waiting hall. Took my bag and