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…
Some victories are subtle they might not make a stellar appearance in the outside world. But deep in the crevasses of our fragile heart, we know we have conquered something big that was making our chest feel heavy.
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.
“If everybody desires you, then you probably aren’t my type,” said the woman craving for love in the last decade of her life.
Only when the last bird will take its flight, the entire humankind will cheer, weep and applaud.
They asked him whether he had plans for the day. In a sore voice, he replied, “No I’m going to stay home today”. The stutter in his voice made the caller think, whether it was the cold that’s making his voice droop or it was the chilliness of his attitude. Both lamely talked and disconnected…
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…
“I never feel lonely because I have soliloquy’s every 24*7”, said the woman to herself.
Loners are usually the kind of people who embrace solitude with open arms. They refrain from seeking meaningless human connection and sometimes they go lengths to avoid human interaction. However, there are layers to a loner which can only be unravelled when you get to know them on a personal level. The idea of seeing…
I enjoy observing the raindrops competing with each other to slide down the window sill. And the leaves drenched by the rains which often appear like a chandelier. Reaching the bus stop early for that unoccupied window seat, so I can enjoy the live-theatre view in the bus. These little things, they make me.