The dormant state
In an inquisitive tone, he asked her, "You haven't been writing lately, right?" "Hmm", came the reply. As if to avoid sounding . . .
It was all chaos. Her world was falling apart. She blindly climbed the flight of stairs and reached the apartment. Standing in front of the french window, she examined the massive expanse of the land that lay before her. Barren and empty like her own . . .
She pressed the disconnect button and threw the phone in full force. It banged against the wooden cupboard and fell open. The child came running and wondered what had happened. A wave of frustration arose in her. Anger, despair, . . .
To Finding Yourself
His tall and lean frame covered in black and blue, merged with the towering mountains against the sky. Looking down at the seemingly tiny houses and . . .
Like a hurting muscle
“Can you knead my feet please?” Hearing him, she instantly sat down on the floor. Supporting her self on her right elbow, she leaned against the bedside, where he was tucked away in the blanket. The clock pointed to . . .
I watched them liking enslaving writings. Writings about the lovers they lost,
the battles they fought and the depressing stuff. They joyously spent,
a dozen and a half minutes, in reading poems of heartbroken girls . . .
Photo Credits : WhileSippingCoffee
Location : Kandivali, Mumbai
It was a noisy world. The grumbling trucks and the zooming bikes added a distasteful effect to the earsplitting music being played inside. The cafe pulsated with the ramblings of the coffee drinkers, the brewing machines and a host of other non-identifiable . . .