How much do you love me?
- by Suyash Sahu
- “How much do you love me?” she often used to ask me. The question always stumped...
- April 29, 2017
“कभी कभी लगता है… लगता है कि वो है ही नहीं।” “देखो उसके घर देर है अंधेर नहीं।” “हुह!!” एक महीने पहले बापू “हुह!!” को
“Am I a slut?” I often ask myself. When my friends used to narrate the incidents of their month’s old relationships, I used to judge
Dear kiddo, I have never been good with words but you have forced me to write this. I am in a park, watching you
Sitting on the last bench, he had just cracked a brand new joke that made the kids around him laugh, when his class teacher, noticing
I am not a very focused person, nor self-assured. My thoughts, my imagination tends to run away every day, at every point. I can never
Dear Love, I know you don’t like it when I talk about my ex. But I am going to do it anyway. And I
We are the creators, the nurturers, and the destroyers. We are uncontainable, untamable, and unbreakable. We are the beautiful, the ugly, the gracious, the ferocious,
Let me get this straight. Don’t call yourself an artist. Because the day you start calling yourself one, you’ll become like me. Selfish, egocentric and
They told me That depression hits you In the dark hours of night During the ticking of clock, And hooting of owls; But it hits