The last time..

The last time we’d met, You’d vowed never to meet again. . And left in a huff. . The last we’d met, You’d stormed across the ballroom, And pulling me by an arm, dragged me to the street. . The last...

#ShortStory : Home

It was the last day of school and the session would break for summer holidays. Tina sighed, thinking of the two months ahead. While all her friends will be going home, she’d be staying back at the hostel with the...

Books I Love

  Growing up, books were a major constant in my life. My mother had grown up as a voracious reader, and the habit got passed on to me genetically and by example. I was introduced to all my favourite authors...
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