Phone Directory- Tiny Tale

For the longest time, he believed that all the contacts in his phone directory were now dead. Little did he know that it was his corpse that was smelling.

For the longest time, he believed that all the contacts in his phone directory were now dead. Little did he know that it was his corpse that was smelling.
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.

Diving into nothingness has never bothered me but reaching the shore with an extremely dull person has.

“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,…

Sometimes we fail to understand how lovely a human touch can be.

The first flower of spring is always special.

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.

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…