Short stories. Occasionally, poems and rants š
She held her daughter by the window side, looking at the brightly lit moon outside and reminisced. A... She held her daughter by the window side, looking at the brightly lit moon outsi...
I hear music. A delicate undertone of a piano, maybe. I hear music. A delicate undertone of a piano, maybe.
He placed his finger on the trigger, while the people opposite were trembling in indescribable horro... He placed his finger on the trigger, while the people opposite were trembling in...
āHappy 40th birthday, Karanā she hollered. āHappy 40th birthday, Karanā she hollered.
She struggled to free herself from the clutches of the security guard, crying and blasting away, rem... She struggled to free herself from the clutches of the security guard, crying an...
Itās all questions amidst which she finds herself tangled and helpless, with no answers either from ... Itās all questions amidst which she finds herself tangled and helpless, with no ...
Sometimes, heroes are misunderstood. And mistaken Sometimes, heroes are misunderstood. And mistaken
The General thought it was a bad idea to leave the place. He thought it meant running away like cowa... The General thought it was a bad idea to leave the place. He thought it meant ru...
There were some army men too. I panicked. I feared to go down. But I wanted to go to Ma... There were some army men too. I panicked. I feared to go down. But I wanted to g...
By the way, I knew questions would come into peopleās minds on the case. By the way, I knew questions would come into peopleās minds on the case.