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.
When I was a little girl, I reminded myself not to keep dreams in those starry eyes, especially in broad daylight. To support this idea, I had various notions that I made up in my mind. The fearful child in me believed– big people, rich people, outspoken and confident people have dreams bigger than life….
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…
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…
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.
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…
He drove past the small steep valley, which he called “the ravine.” And instead of going to his workplace, he decided to go on a quick adventure. So he switched off his phone, and left a mail, which read, “I am not feeling well, won’t be able to come today.” And decided to throng the…