Guilt.

Tia and Ria had distinct behaviours. But what united their interests was their little kitty Misha. Misha was a cute year old Tabby with green eyes and a small heart shaped face. The sisters’ world revolved around this tiny feline. Tia, the elder one, was really attached to Misha. She had found the orphaned cat,... Continue Reading →

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Charmed.

I was charmed, By the serenity of the woods, A place so clam, Untouched by impurity, Lovely and dark and deep, Just as ol' Frost had said, Mosses and greens, Washing them viridescent, With waggish wild flowers, Sprinkled like confetti, It made an exquisite sight to behold. Another poem to be added to my list... Continue Reading →

Deliverance.

From the early folds of her childhood days, Mila was mostly in the world of animals. Both imaginary & real, she always used to play with them, much more than with her numerous teddy bears and Barbie dolls. Her big farmhouse lodged two mischievous cats, named Fify and Lily, who enjoyed playing in their spacious... Continue Reading →

Everyday.

She watched, everyday, as the sun gave birth to a new morning. Each day she had to roll her life forward with the bitter fact that she was captivated inside the tall and grey tower of sadness, loneliness and many other melancholic emotions. Everyday, she had the same chores, same goals to accomplish. Every now... Continue Reading →

Fake is up.

Hey guys, I got inspired reading Riya's post on the same topic. Thought of sharing my views in it. Fake people. This is one of the category of people dominating the society. Our generation has given rise to a new trend where not talking in a perfect accent or not wearing a tinge of lipstick... Continue Reading →

Pail bucket.

She stood there staring at the the infinite blue of the beach. All she had of him was his half-drenched sand castle and his favourite pail bucket with water to the brim. She could only stare at them and feel her eyes moisten. It happened all in a swift. Even before she heard his cry,... Continue Reading →

Curtains.

A little hole in the closed curtains helped me see the lies of the world. PC: google First try at writing one sentence stories. Hope I got the format right. -Mila

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