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.
During his adulthood, he developed a deep hatred for people. Mainly because they consumed him like the free tea, offered at every Indian household. But little did he realise that his heart still warms up on meeting people, who speak from their soul. Though sceptical of the longevity of their union, he still feels there…
The man who always had a smile decorated on his face, like the fully blossomed sunflower beaming in a dead patch of grass was devastated to the point, that he started feeling it was okay. Everyone has their way of exhibiting sorrow, but the forlorn guy was so lonesome that instead of asking for help….
The colours of his room faded before the autumn could arrive. Now the shabby room truly depicted his state of mind.
The fog lifted up and so did we, The smoke from the chulha was painting a dull picture, We moved ahead and saw a cavern, Inviting us to taste the adventure. I gave in and moved inside, while my sister stayed behind. The ivy creeper and passion vine were crawling in the courtyard, And meadow…
There was a time when the world wasn’t introduced to cell phones and the only means of communication were letters and the occasional phone calls that we received on our telephones. Mind it most houses in the ’90 didn’t have telephones, including mine. So we wrote letters to convey our feelings to our loved ones….
Though the lady never saw his face. But she believed that he had the most beautiful eyes. She never took anybody seriously but was drawn into him. And seldom thought, how beautiful, he would look while crying. Imagining her lover crying, she thought– the tears would cascade from his eyes like melted hazelnut chocolate. And…