All my love, lay on a canvas,like a piece of modern art.Visible to all, but you.Understood by few; but you.All my voices, lay on paper,like a fiction, unread by you.I exist as silent words,You, like a humming melody.Both together, a song.Let fate sing it aloud,perhaps melt the barriers,the strangeness in being strangers.You know it, I …
[Prose/Poetry?] “You spark dreamy thoughts”
I had found my happiness halfway between her shy smile and carefree laughter. Hence undoubtedly, her wide grin at the sight of gol gappa was a testimony to my happiness. The festive market that evening seemed brighter than the thousand glowing fairy lights. "Shall we?" - she asked, almost certain that I won't refuse. I indicated …
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[Poetry] Words of Love
Words of love, you came too late. Like a tear drop of gentle affection, you rolled down my cheeks. But I am glad you came. This emotion, I fear; I may misname. How we came close, how our hearts stumbled, inexplicit, yet inevitable. This hazy mystery; Is love, the search for our answers? The certainty …
[Short Story]”Things we do” ( Part 3)
"Overrated place !" Dhruv mumbled as he took a bite into the last piece of pork. Dhruv has always prioritized perfection and his independence in life. His disappointment with the place and the imperfectly cooked food was evident in his face. Perhaps these uncanny combination of seeking both excellence and freedom made him the confused …
[Short Story] Things we do (Part 2)
"What the hell Kabir! " I burst out in anger. "I thought you knew the way. It's been an hour since we are driving around this forested road. Do you really know the way to that pork place?" I questioned. "Dude, it's near a tribal Bodo village. But it's somewhere nearby for sure. I remember …