Amidst the chaos of sarcasm, and struggle of sensible writings, trying to weave fiction.
I woke up and he was gone. It was not the first time when a guy had left me alone in the morning with the
I was recently transferred to a small town. On the way back from my office, a railway crossing would make me halt for few minutes.
‘I wish I could travel alone,’ I always used to think. “You are too young,” they would say. I used to visit my uncle
We change every moment. I am not the person I was a minute ago. Perceptions change, thoughts change, and even superstitions change. I no
Dear ex, I still remember the day we first met. A mutual friend had introduced us and we connected instantly. Do you always take
“How much do you love me?” she often used to ask me. The question always stumped me, even more than “Am I looking fat
“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
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
I have always lived a calculative life, an attribute which defines my success. I have chosen friends on the basis of their ability to give.