IMAGE CREDIT- MY MOST AWESOME SISTER ISHANI, A BUDDING ARTIST EAGER TO SHARE HER WORK I found a stone which was lifelessSo I decided to bid it farewellI said goodbye and sung it prayers and buried it in soilSo that it could rest in peaceAnd find a new life after mixing with the soilAnd becoming… Continue reading Start over
Right now, I don’t need to count sheep I don’t need sleep I don’t need wifi I don’t need your reply Right now, I don’t need fresh air I don’t need any care I don’t need chocolate or coffee I don’t need supper or tea Right now, I don’t need a break (a KitKat might… Continue reading What do I need?
"There's an old spirit that occupies the mansion down the Hopperfily lane. Don't even look up at the house or you will be possessed by that bloodthirsty ghost who had been wronged in his youth, being throttled to death by a friend in order to seize the mansion. The friend died soon after since the… Continue reading A Night to Remember
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*Ding Dong* "New arrival. Please proceed to the nearest entrance on your left." He opened his eyes and followed the instructions. The entrance led to a crowd of grey haired fellows carrying around baskets as swiftly as teens. An old woman in a baseball hat and an intimidating shade of lipstick approached him. "Newbie, here's… Continue reading Overkilled
Well, they say it isn't right to dwell in the past but here I am. Yesterday was English Language Day. And also my bestie's birthday.(Hear me bestie? Happy birthday again. No, happy belated birthday!) Apparently my buddy is lucky enough to have the same birthday as Mr. Shakespeare! We owe this guy for quite a… Continue reading Howdy Partners
I love this text on a brand new draft. It welcomes the countless possibilities that could fill this page. Talking about writing, I have realized that I have never really told you how I came to love writing. I never intended to write. I loved to read. Well, I think I inherited my love for… Continue reading Why I write
I enjoy watching the windmills. They look so surreal and calming. Sometimes when I am unable to sleep, I think about them rotating pensively, and I close my eyes to be taken many miles away in my car passing by the windmills, which generously blow me a kiss that ruffles my hair through the open… Continue reading Windmills
Was it a dream? I opened my eyes, half intoxicated by the seemingly supernatural power engulfing me. My eyes could not be deceiving me.There I was, standing outside this beautiful enchanting door towering before me, a strange, eerie but mystifying melody bewitching my ears. The only other thing that fell upon my ears was a… Continue reading Not Pretentious but Subtle, yet Beautiful