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…
Little Himalayan girl with a Gold nose ring- Stories from the Mountains: It was noon and the sun was bidding farewell to us. My sister and I decided to take brisk steps, so we could reach our grandmother’s place which was downhill. Arjun, who was also our fellow companion from the driveway to Kiara was…
Slowly decaying and dying inside a young body. He finally understood that– silence is somebody’s funeral.
Desperately struggling to fit in a world which gasps artificial air, she had never felt so suffocated. The madhouses of the cities, the restless busy streets, and the over-friendly people with vicious smiles always appalled her. Some people are born that way and some are raised in humble families, who nurture their kids under their…
The man saw a woman with silver locks gracing her face, walking barefoot on the snow-laden path. Amused to find an old lady in a setting like this, he inquired- “Where are you heading? Don’t you feel terrified walking alone on a cold-isolated trail?” The lady carrying a bag on her head and weight in…
He never saw her crying except when he hugged her. On a solemn day, when they were frolicking together. He mustered up the courage to ask his insanely mad yet beautiful woman. ‘I never see you cry, do you?’ The girl who was soaking the warmth of the sun, etching something in her old diary,…