V-Vacation & W-Winter (26 X 26)

*New piece*---Breakup Diaries--- People most of the times forget that when a relationship between two persons end, you not only loose that person but also a version of yourself and a version of your future which existed with that person. When so much is snatched away in a matter of a few minutes, you forget… Continue reading V-Vacation & W-Winter (26 X 26)

N-Nice (26 X 26)

*New piece*---The Lovely People---(Also, a huge thank you to BlueMallowMelt for the prompt) Nice is the first thing which comes to my mind whenever I think of her. Of course, I don’t know her all that much but from whatever I have seen of her in the past few months, I am sure of this one detail.… Continue reading N-Nice (26 X 26)

L-Lights (26 X 26)

----*New Story*---The Bombay Talkies--- Lights Camera Action And the circus started. The male protagonist was a gangster and the female protagonist was, as usual, another damsel in distress who fought her way through everything. No, don’t get me wrong, not at all in a feminist way, but in a cute, adorable and the ‘feminine’ way.… Continue reading L-Lights (26 X 26)

K-King (26 X 26)

---*New story*---Creases on her bed-sheets--- She laid on her king sized bed, between the rumpled sheets which still smelled of him. Her disheveled hair on the pillow; her spread out arms, like sinew roots trying to find a familiar earth to latch on to; her body twisted in a precarious twist, all told the same… Continue reading K-King (26 X 26)

Fading Away

If withering is the way of life then I would choose to erode away in the darkness of your soul, with a hope that maybe, my shimmering pieces will help clear out the murky waters of your existence. Start your writing journey, join my mailing list to get all the writing resources, directly in your… Continue reading Fading Away

One White Corner

Demons, they all have been gathered by me; by my life experiences; gifted to me by the people around me, by you. I am not afraid of them, confronting them is what I constantly try to run away from because otherwise, everything else that I do will start to seem meaningless. They lurk in the… Continue reading One White Corner

Washed Blood

What happens when you stop recognizing the person who was born into your hands, whom you have known your entire life? What happens when every step in his direction puts another set of hundred miles in between, distancing you even further than you already were? How do you keep your heart in one piece when… Continue reading Washed Blood