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 →

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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

City.

In the middle of the hustle and bustle, she really seemed lost.She adjusted the shawl-which she had wrapped around her mouth to cover her face- and said, 'This place is so hot. Ah! Why are you complaining? You are doing this for your own peace of mind, Kaira.' Her strong will power and her big... Continue Reading →

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