In the Woods- Tiny Tale


I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.

He was one such person who everybody wanted to talk to since he was good at listening. His eyes would lit up when his close-knit of friends shared stories of their childhood. Though, being untouched by the innocence of a happy childhood, he found comfort in imagining himself with tables turned. With the passing years,…

She always enjoyed going for walks on cloudy days. But during this time of the year, she wasn’t feeling her best. Since she was blossoming from a girl to a lady, and the world around her was changing rapidly. Responsibilities, heartaches, career, passion, and laziness were swirling around her creating a whirlpool of thoughts. Now…

“She took the flight of stairs, Heaved as she set her foot on the terrace, The sighs seemed to be suppressed by the shimmering city lights, She thought, being in your 20s can sometimes feel old, Because you were never too young, Not even as a child. But this molten moonlight made her skin glow,…

She was a literature lover and fan of Virginia Woolf’s work. He was a doctor but not of hearts. Quite practical by nature, as assumed by others. Someone who would pick to be left alone with books on philosophy, quantum physics, and evolutionary history, rather than being surrounded by humans and their folly. She wondered…

For the longest time she thought of practising non-attachment because when people disappeared, it left a void in her heart. And she would sulk not for days but for years to come. So now what she does is, she keeps mum, holds back her feelings and words even if it creates a lump in her…

He would sit behind the mesh curtains and watch the rain pelt the newly born grass. It was like a treat to his eyes. Still, he wouldn’t leave his room because the world appeared a lot different when outside.