Buried in confusion and a swerve of emotions, she sat by her bed and took her diary and began to jot about the events of that night… She titled the page… ’Camaraderie turned bittersweet’. ‘My mind is clouded with him, Deeply enamored. The bitter liquid dwelled on my tongue, Leaving a mark behind just for […]
The stereo plays inaudibly, the breeze blows through stealthily and the sunset rays seep through the rear window. They both hum to the beats of their favorite meditation tune… “Roll up and smoke my sins away, I’d like to go to St. Tropez, Maybe I’ll go maybe I’ll stay.” For the past two months, they
They all say love is blind, love has no price and knows no pride. I know that love is really something that’s hard to find. Hard to get away from. Like a drug. Love keeps you in one place. A place that is usually hard to escape. Once you feel love, that’s it. Sometimes it
I am told that love is blind. That love has no price and it knows no pride. That love knows no boundaries. As for me, I believe that love is like a drug. I think I am a victim to that. Once you are hooked that’s it. It takes over and it consumes every bit
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As much as it may be, it’s not just the dreamy peace. It’s not just the clarity of mind and meditation wonders that words fail to describe. My eyes fall for the shady yet bright beams that fall from the sky. I have seen this way too many times, but this intense nature, best defined
I frown at the door that is at the end of the white wall hallway. It’s closed. Closed doors make me uneasy. Mostly the unfamiliar ones. You never know what lurks behind them. But I know what’s behind this door. A doctor. A man. Someone who thinks he can help me. I shouldn’t feel tense.
The policy of ‘Who is Who?’ Is a certain criterion of identity used to rank people to a certain category of hierarchy. Power, money, wealth and fame are considered at these levels. Such enjoy the best privileges, services, and are treated with utmost care. They are pardoned from any harsh rulings made against them. They
What’s the price? The price to make it in life. The price to live up to society’s expectations? Youthful desires pulling me down, “I’ll change when I grow up”, pillar to my actions, What’s the price to make it in life? What’s the price? What’s the price? The price to make it in the system?
A method of payment used by women. Should we complain about it, or should we accept that it is due to our own doing? It all started by being a prostitute in the streets, with an aim of getting paid by getting laid with a man. Women time and again, have been depreciated. They are
It is the busiest street ever at dusk, at the end of a tiresome week. Big motors end up following a convoy as they share a common destination. The sidewalk serves as an option as several footsteps are overheard. Men in suits, others in casual and ladies in their minis. All professions lower their pride
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