She ran her hands over my head; her fingers combing across my hair. Lying on the velvety grass, she dragged her body closer to mine, almost hugging me yet separated by almost a breath. She wanted to speak, I could sense. "I feel like I am too emotional" she spoke. "Hmm. Maybe" I replied in …
[Poetry] Maybe Joy
There's this inkling, baffling to ink. Faint, yet not kept unnoticed. like a touch that wipes my tears, like a tune that I tap my feet to, an amity that I cherish. I wonder, maybe joy; maybe just your mere presence.
[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 …
[Poetry] My Dear Smile
My dear smile, I will sing for you a welcome prayer. petals of joy, a melody of homecoming. Everytime you came and went, each turned into an indelible event. Now that you are back with happiness, Tell me about the things you have seen and gained. love,dream or success ? What did you see? The sight, …
[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 …
[Short Story] “Things we do” (Part 1)
After I moved to pursuing my career goals, rarely do I meet friends from my childhood. With time I have realized that get together with old friends is not merely a tryst of the right timings out of our busy lives, but the rendezvous of our varied life circumstances. It is a melting pot of …
[Poetry] Pain
There is a pain within, Don't know if I should sink in it, Or swim across it. This thought, this feeling, so unusual. This thought that muddles my peace. This pain, from a source of pleasance. This pain, that I hate; yet love its cause and reason.
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 18] “When we meet again”
You had to leave, I know. But I had things to tell, you don't know, songs to sing, love to confess and desires to express. I will, when we meet again. The road trip we wanted; always. Camp under a moonlit sky, catch fireflies in the wild, dreams and moments to relive together. …
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