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.
Two years ago when I was coming back from work, I saw a little pup who was wagging his tail at the passers-by. It immediately caught my attention as the tiny four-legged fur ball was clinging to the legs of a well-built man. He was smoking a cigarette and had a grocery bag in another…
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…
At age 80, my uncle was completing one of his most awaited paintings, which was about to showcase in the country’s biggest exhibition. My uncle is a native to the mystic hills of Uttarakhand and loves listening to Pahadi folk music. Some of his favourites are Laman– a genre of music which elucidates the feelings…
Chapter II That day Doon was witnessing a heavy downpour, and like other times that we met, which was twice. This time too, we planned to see each other at the peak of the season. In the last two meetings, we endured the wrath of the scorching summer month of May, and the hot and…
Slowly decaying and dying inside a young body. He finally understood that– silence is somebody’s funeral.
“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,…