I woke up early today. It must be not even five when I found myself wide awake, my body torn from the night long twisting and turning in the bed. Eyes groggy and head heavy. And a stale taste in my mouth that left me with a feeling of stranded alone at the edge of the world. It was the worst feeling one can feel … Continue reading The lost art of living
Sometimes, on a night like this, when a perfect crescent moon floats in the dark sea mottled with a million shining stars. When the pouring whiteness from the sky above puts on a thin veil of silvery light on everything around me. When the gentle summer breeze rustles among the leaves of the lonely birch standing ever so casually on the porch, and brings with it a fragrance … Continue reading On a night like this
It’s been long since I wrote something good. By good I mean something that is heartfelt, something made up of my emotions, my feelings. A kind of writing which takes me into an another world,… Source: A cheap pen and a few one sided pages | Tidbits Continue reading A cheap pen and a few one sided pages | Tidbits
Dreams have always enchanted us. As kid they were a portal to all of our fantasies. In youth, in them we saw our goals, our ambitions. But as we grow up, the dreams became just dreams. Not only the… Continue Reading Source: A dream to remember | Tidbits Continue reading A dream to remember | Tidbits
I was in the meeting room. Two hours had flown by but the meeting was going nowhere. I checked my mobile for the umpteenth time. Still, there weren’t any updates. I then logged in on the Face… Source: The (un) memorable chat | Tidbits Continue reading The (un) memorable chat | Story
Excellent quote by Anton Chekhov that tells us how imaginative prose differs from ordinary writing. Source: Because we love writing | Quotes | Tidbits Continue reading Because we love writing | Quotes | Tidbits
Dedicated to that one person who inspired me take up writing. This short story is about A.N, a writer herself. This is not a detailed bio, elaborating on her life. This is about one of those small things that she used to do. That made it worth spending every single moment with her. Small things, tokens of love, usually end up etched up in our minds, long after they … Continue reading Addicted . .