I don’t know what love is. I guess it is the willingness to spend every hard-earned penny for a glimpse of happiness on the faces
She sat there, in the dusty corner of the bookstore, alone and unwanted. ‘I don’t belong here,’ she thought, ‘Isn’t there anyone who wants
She looks so delicious in those shorts and the crop top, her milky white skin glistening in the moonlight like that of an angel. Every
The first time we kissed, it was as if I was in the little world that dwelt around her lips. A world meant for us,
“Where are the camphor tablets kept?” she whispered. He gave her a quizzical look and shrugged. She gave him a deadly glare, as deadly
Do not fall in love with me. I’m not the girl you can ever live happily ever after with. I’m only good for a night.
It was the last house on the block. Beyond it there was nothing but eerie darkness. The backyard melded with the woods which then spread
Something. Not quite sure, though. But that tilt of his head. The blots of black hair dye Between patches of grey hair. He always dyed
Well, I am one of those cynics who don’t believe in the concept of celebrating one’s birthday. I see the ritual as pointless and extravagant.