Posts by Hrishi Ram

An Autobiography Of A Table Clock

Usually, I am not bothered by the material things surrounding me, the purpose of these things are believed to quench the thirst of affection towards such fascinating collection of art.

The Mage of Samon

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The God That Failed

The lost memories of Zoya Alam dated to 1947.   Dear Kartik, The stolid memory of my brain only allows me to see the fragments of my life past. Although

We, the Rebellious

The class in which I had once studied, the people which I once adored cause me no more pain than a prick of a needle as I leave them behind;

The Midnight Tree – Poetic Prose

(The following piece is a poem written by refraining to the rules of imputing verses) When we know the day arrives to face our challenges – may be a moment

The Mysterious Facts of Hugo Rammstein

1786 A. D. France   I was always fascinated by the ability of the human brain to produce atrocious stories; simple yet horrendous explanations gestured by one’s own mind and

The Romantic

1700 A. D. The Caribbean There are many ways in which a man loves a lover. There are tales about love young men used to tell when we were sailing