In the crowded streets, And in the dead of the night; In the beats of that old song, And in the fear in his eyes; I could hear them call out, They were calling my name. In the blank pages of my diary, And in the early morning sunrise; In the breathless daily routine, […]Read more "The Girl With The Hazel Eyes"
My kind of love is a lot different from what you might want. But it is what you will get. It’s not the kind that you see in the movies or the kinds that you read in the books. It’s the kind that you create every day as you go along, making your own rules. […]Read more "My kind of love"
I’ve struggled a lot for the past month to come up with something to write. It’s not writer’s block, it’s not laziness, it’s just I didn’t have anything to say. Most of my posts on my blog are personal and while a lot has been happening on the personal front, there was nothing worthwhile for […]Read more "Birthday Wishes and Flickering Candles"
It happened on one afternoon, when I was walking to a nearby restaurant with my friend, my friend walked ahead of me and got inside the restaurant and as I turned around to toss my hair behind my shoulder and take off my sunglasses, I noticed that I didn’t have a shadow. Needless to say, […]Read more "Shadowy Existence"
Monday 10:02 AM Misha was approaching the crossing on her regular drive to work. Thankfully she left 30 minutes early for work so she didn’t encounter any traffic and she could speed right past the spot. As she sped away she saw the rocks and the thick grass on the rocks in her rear view […]Read more "Pathway"
The first time I saw her in the mirror, I was terrified. It’s the stuff of nightmares; seeing a big black shadow hovering above you. I was afraid of her, but her eyes were kind and were just like mine. There was a nip in the air around her, which meant the chill followed me […]Read more "Her"
“I’ve never felt so alone in my life”, she kept muttering to herself the night she was to leave for her solo trip. She laughed at the timing of her solo trip. Here she was desperate to be held and to be loved, and the next thing she was going to do was hop on […]Read more "The Mountains Are Calling"