Posts by Eshwarya Khanna

The Stained Cape

The people who say that money can’t buy you happiness are either liars or rich. Everyone living in the house no. 26, Blackdrop Street, except little Molly, believes in this

Depression and Lillies

Baba taught me that light travels faster than the sound, But I can’t find either of them in my bedroom. Maybe, because they’ve lost their maps Or, are stuck in

Fear

He wants to create windows in the walls of my heart, and I tell him that my heart isn’t his home anymore He pleads. He pleads, again. I tell him

Dear Jenny

There are tokens inside your pocket and a payphone at the end of the street. But you won’t really take the few steps to make that call to your father

The Art of Dreaming

*The Art Of Dreaming*   Perhaps, the only regret I have in life is learning the art of dreaming. I remember when I was in shoes of a five-year-old innocent

Social Anxiety

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Notebook

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I Live in That Forest

I live in that forest that has its roots on the seventh floor of a glass door building. A forest having the roof of the sky where my dreams fly

To the Father of My Future Girlfriend

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Loneliness

Every time I sit beneath the sheath of moonless sky, I let my thoughts seep into the cavity of my heart so that I don’t feel empty. But thoughts are

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