A writer is by nature a dreamer... A CONSCIOUS DREAMER. -Carson McCullers
I had just finished the first half yearly exam, online again. Stretching in the chair as I left the ... I had just finished the first half yearly exam, online again. Stretching in the ...
But, then again... could it ever be tamed...? A creature... a power born out of the sheer core of... But, then again... could it ever be tamed...? A creature... a power born out ...
Yet, her own existence was something she could barely discern through the corner of her eyes... Yet, her own existence was something she could barely discern through the corner...
An apple tree.... An apple tree....
What she had received the most from life, had always been silence... What she had received the most from life, had always been silence...
One day, the spices were talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. One day, the spices were talking amongst themselves in the kitchen.
Palak was crying tears of joy..... as was every Indian. Palak was crying tears of joy..... as was every Indian.
Mr. Srivastav had never felt so lonely in his life. Mr. Srivastav had never felt so lonely in his life.
I got up and went in, leaving the mystical realm of emotions behind... I got up and went in, leaving the mystical realm of emotions behind...
A fifteen-year-old boy was going on a deserted road A fifteen-year-old boy was going on a deserted road