I don't want to write poems or cry alone or just forget about it. I want to do something which makes an impact where it have to. I want to do something which changes, saves at least one life. I might not know how but all I know is I want. I can't say I … Continue reading Save Syria
A wise app on my phone once said, "Try doing something nice for someone, without telling them. It's harder than you think." It’s true, especially when it’s someone whom you share each and every thought of your mind with. So a month before this time of the year again, I started scrambling my phone and … Continue reading V-Day 2018
Let me quickly give credits to a fellow blogger Simon and his fortnight story group. Head over here for a periodic stretching of your writer brains and some interesting creative snacks. Okay, we all know writing is fun. It's torturous sometimes to pluck the ideas out of our fragile mind on to the screen without … Continue reading If anyone is listening…
"Restart!" Five minutes later. "Restart!" "Again?" "Yes, again! Are you dumb too, now?" "No, sorry," she whispered. "Let's add spineless to the list, Shall we?"
"Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till you all can feel it," Dwarfingam sang. "Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till we all can feel it," chorused his dwarfs. "Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till you all can-" Dwarfingam turn towards his, "Hey there! You little sneaky snakes. How the hell did you all find … Continue reading Dwarfingam, the last
This is my first novelette or any kind of work which isn't a flash fiction. So read as much as you can, give any and all feedback. bookmark it if you need it. Anything from you would be valued and appreciated a lot. ******************************************* TANGLED LIVES A NOT SO LENGTHY PROLOGUE “Anything else you need, … Continue reading Tangled Lives
Dear Brother, This has been a long month. I struggle, more and more, everyday to find reasons for me to get up from bed and drag myself to school. Everything is either blatant or plain. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. It's a girl. Whenever I'm looking at her, she is … Continue reading The letter to my brother.
Alright. For the past few months, I have been writing some sort of apology or coming back or wake up call post to rope myself back into the blogging whirlpool I so much love. But the harder I try, the further it moves and futile it feels. I was and am even scared of the … Continue reading Goodbye Blogging!
Hands frozen in place, Feet anchored to the brakes...
Greasy hands grasping the security hidden in the tightly woven yarns...