The Leaf
On the balcony of my shared room, I stood. Watching. Observing. It is there, where on a tree nearby, I saw a leaf. "The" leaf: Browned...
The Smoke
We sat a hands distance away. She tore the plastic off the packet and pulled out a cigarette. ⠀⠀ “I don’t like cheap cigarettes”, she...
Bottles.
The prattling of the rain, The haunting of the mist, The worries and the pain, The comfort of your kiss. The darkness of the night, ...
Love Story.
It’s cold. I wake up. The train is whooshing through. A River? No. These are fields flooded by rain. The icy wind beats on my face. ...
An open letter to my batch mates and my juniors.
Dear All, College life, for my friends of the final year and me, is practically coming to an end. We are at that point on the...
Who Is To Blame?
Every person, I believe, does what he/she feels is the best for him/her at that particular moment. So when two people, who really loved...
