It has been SO LONG since I've written, or published a post with my writing. The thing, I'm spending a lot of time for college and have simply not found the time to write. But recently, I jotted a few small things, and I thought I'd share them with you today! They're not very… Continue reading Writing under 25 words
It's been a year and 12 days. I didn't even notice, until I saw a message from you today morning saying you miss me. It's been over a year now. I didn't realise. But then, you don't value for me anymore. I remember, how we came together, like a wave softly crashing onto the shore.… Continue reading I don’t
I sucked at writing before, my love, and I still don't write well But now, I've got words inside me so many so many words waiting to be poured out like a waterfall, to be let out from behind an invisible barrier acting as a dam to be said. We were a crescendo, building… Continue reading All I have left are words as compensation
there is this quietness that seeps into me through cracks and edges i have not yet managed to close off and seal the old me the quiet me the depressed me the alone me the old me who hardly smiled some times when in the throes of that quietness sitting uncomfortably with the… Continue reading the old me
there are some days like today when i just feel numb there is an ache of hurt inside me which i become used to too soon and its as if im nothing but a body and a mind not caring about opinions or what people think of me anymore i cut myself out and… Continue reading some days
Today's guest blogger is Sushmita. They say if a writer falls in love with you, you will never die. Your love will stay alive in every word they use to spin a new story. So here I am immortalizing the way I will love you. When I love you, my love will make you forget all… Continue reading This is How I promise to Love You
Hello everybody! How are you doing? As a matter of fact, the answer to that question matters in this post. First, I'm going to talk about something that is present in all our lives—the want to quit. Whether it is a project, a hobby, a job or an educational stream, or anything else, sometimes we… Continue reading The sentences that you’ve always heard, but have you listened?
I perch on the railing of a balcony and look at the human standing a few feet away from me silently. She was so silent and still that I did not take her as a threat as I flew and rested my tiny legs here. Her face is still upturned, looking above into the night… Continue reading Getting to know her
Today's guest blogger is Mukthi Raja Underneath the unending sky, The blue beauty bejewelled in gold, I sit and stare blankly. Oh, the skies speak to me; Gently, very gently she says, "Come with me, darling." Its lips, the wind, Softly plants a peck on my cheek and lifts me away, higher and higher; away… Continue reading Majestic
All around me I see smiles, laughs and happiness. On me others see smiles, laughs and happiness. Isn't this a queer game we play, pretending to be happy. I say pretending because there is no way all of us are this happy. We are practically strangers, mildly friends. We hang out in the same circles… Continue reading Strangers and friends.
Drowning in my sorrow is like the saying "drop by drop makes an ocean". The water drips into my heart for years and years until my whole being is filled with the salt water that is tainted by the outside world and makes my body only a vessel to hold all of that leaving no… Continue reading This ocean
I try to be the perfect daughter. I try to be the perfect friend. I strive to be on top. I try Not to be a disappointment. I plaster a smile everyday Try to be calm and composed. I keep my voice down Trying to be the perfect girl. I learn all traditions and rules Even… Continue reading No, thank you.
This short story was originally written by me for a guest post on emilyreadseverything.com. The only beautiful thing in Harktok was the willow tree. None of us knew how it managed to survive and grow when every other sign of greenery perished. In a small circumference around the base of its trunk, hardly two feet, grass grows.… Continue reading The Willow Tree
Hello everybody! Sorry for not posting exclusively yesterday. The scheduled guest post went up, though. If you missed it, it's a haunting short story. I think writer's block is starting to come upon me, reader and I'm really sad about that. For the past couple days my writing hasn't been good and I'm not sure what… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo day #10
Today's guest blogger is Earl James. An old man was lying in a bricked sidewalk. His face covered by a worn out fedora hat, his beard was gray and almost reached his stomach. A few pedestrians will stop at the presence of the old man, some will throw coins, and some give blank stares. A cop… Continue reading The Portrait Maker