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.
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 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,…
Difference between House and Home, learn What makes a House a ‘Home’: I always wondered why do same things have different names in English language. My biggest curiosity came with home being called as a house, which is an inter-related term, and is often used to denote a residential place. I never looked upon the…
The father-son duo never spoke to each other, especially about their personal lives. If someone would ask why? The wolf father would warmly reply, ‘Sir, such was the parenting of our time.’ Fathers remained some sort of creatures, who were aggressive and sometimes misunderstood. As there were always some unresolved-underlying reasons behind actions, which were…
I’m an avid documentary watcher and whenever I surf YouTube. I make sure to check out the latest documentaries because they offer an insight into the various facets of life. It teaches us about the survival stories and also their fair share of troubles— some psychological other economic. Documentaries are Stories of real People with…
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,…