Archive for the tag Relationships

Poem : Sundays With Romila

She treads like a whiff of wind Vandalizing scattered newspapers Slithering over a dozen novels Zipped boots and long skirt Crop top and summer hat Romila strains to find her cologne Winter sighs at stark defiance.

The Story

So I asked the only person I trusted - Google. After some hours of investigation, I now knew that it's not a "disease" as some people believed it to be.

Fan Fiction : Radioactive

There was a time when she walked upright. A time when she ran through the wind, danced on the dirt. Her feet drew planets and universes on the dry soil. Her legs spun gold and silver in their gait.

Chin Up

hm..so what exactly happens when a erm..reeally-late-bloomer tries to make up for the lost time..

The Memory Of A Face : Chapter Seventeen

Shortly before 3 p.m., the cab pulled up in front of a building that didn't look well-maintained from outside. Patches of black mould covered the white paint on the outer walls. Some of the windows needed repairing.

Fan Fiction : Lips

They stood in awkward silence for some long minutes after that. Feet shuffled, coat pockets jingled, gazes dropped, overhead speakers let out the latest pop songs.

Dialogue With God

“Nope, you are no Harry Potter, you could never face Voldemort and I did see you evolve from a tiny little egg dear” thank you for breaking it to me
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