Six word story : Co-existence

Six word story : Co-existence

“I am alive”, replied mirror-image.

A poem a day…|| NaPoWriMo

A poem a day…|| NaPoWriMo

A poem a day keeps your illness away…

Soul’s Crucification : Beware

Soul’s Crucification : Beware

The act of crucifying or execution of {it}- the Soul.  Can you even count the number of times you have crufied your own soul for over little things. Was ill-treating your soul on THAT night, a good idea? Rather than taking a necessary catnap. The painful suffering you let it go through because you couldn’t …

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My little hideout nook

My little hideout nook

The more time I’m spending on blog, the more I feel like sharing little things with my blogger family. So for today, Commandments from Senior authorities came to clear up space because apparently my these little babies taking too much of it. (really?). So this was just one corner, have 3 more like these + …

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Another ‘Thank You’ note ~~

Another ‘Thank You’ note ~~

  A simple generous Thank You to everyone who has been there with me on this journey. I started this blog last August, oblivious of the fact whether it’s a good idea or not. I had always enjoyed writing but never ever have I thought of putting my writing stuff on public platform thinking that …

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When a heart breaks… || NaPoWrMo

When a heart breaks… || NaPoWrMo

It calls out that Name Screaming too numbly. Sobbing with memories Coz one had to turn shoulder coldly Abandonment chafes your neck With an invisible noose rubbing sluggishly Soreness in veins Weariness in eyes But Smiling as a sunshine As if everything is so fine. What’s worse when both are right Yet innocent heart pays …

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Have you??

Have you??

Have you ever been excited about something so much, for too long that on the actual D-Day your anxiety added blues and pissed everyone off in the end??

Have a Gooood Night!

Have a Gooood Night!

My little girl awoke me with a jerk in the middle of night. With blood spurting out of her feet, screaming, weeping she sobbed that some huge giant shadow hurt her with an axe. Terrified I sprung out of my bed and ran towards the hallway only to realize that when did I ever had …

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Beautiful Curves

Beautiful Curves

Your smile cures people.

Ironical Mondays

Ironical Mondays

I dreaded Mondays. Like any other regular office worker. Yet I waited for Mondays… Just to see you.

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