Dear Lover,
It is the crack of dawn outside. The sun is soon going to paint the sky a vibrant shade of blue and conquer the darkness that lingers every night. The Skylarks are going to be awake to spread their sweet song in the air. I could not resist my urge to inscribe my thoughts onto this empty paper.
“Can you recall the first time you met him?” Dr. Shikha, my therapist, asked. Without breaking my gaze from the crystal stone that I was fidgeting with from the start of the session, I started to recollect the faint memory in my head. A light chuckle might’ve escaped as I juggled through the thousand beautiful memories I had with him.
As I sit here with ruminating thoughts the wind whispers a million stories “Eternal love is an empty lie.” I begin to be unsure “Forever” we said. Reliving the romantic scenario Will they come to an end? Amidst the tangled mess You can see it deep in her eye, the picture of pure love echoes […]
A photo album is a goldmine of memories. From the first step we take to our graduation, every small or big achievement and even moments where we share a tear or smile together is treasured. Every fleeting moment becomes a memory for tomorrow. Now be it a happy one or sad one, every second we spend today will become things we miss tomorrow. Time has its own tangled way, don’t you think? I read this amazing quote on Pinterest, “The moment you start thinking of the beginning it’s the end.” Whenever I’m asked to summarise a great day, I always copy paste this!
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Alaya was walking back to her place after a tiresome day at work. As she turned onto a street, she heard a noise from behind but found no one thereupon turning around. Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, she believed it to be a figment of her imagination and continued on her way. As Alaya turned onto her street, a dimly lit one with just a few houses, she was startled hearing footsteps following her but no one was there. Not thinking much of it, she entered her house hurriedly and continued with her routine. Even when she was trying hard not to think much of the sound of the footsteps, her mind continually wandered off to that very thought. After tossing and turning well into the night, she fell into a deep slumber.
I’ve always wondered How wintertime’s fragrance would taste on my nose. Frosty the Snowman, Blizzards, Snow at soft as satin, They only existed as myths.
This Story is about a boy named Jack and his evil powers. Jack was a very young and handsome guy. He was full of energy and enthusiasm, like every teenage boy. He was in love with Bella. Bella was a beautiful Irish girl. She lived in the village next to Jack’s village. Their villages were […]
Everybody was rushing about the Central Park of Connaught Place. Police cars were swarming around the park. One side of the circle was completely shut off. A building lay flat on that road.
I was laying in my bed staring up at the ceiling, my switched-off phone in one hand and tears in my eyes. I could see the rain pouring down through the window, I was lying there immobilized because I couldn’t move, there was water in my house because of the flood but all I could […]