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Dear Charlie, I wonder if you're even there on the end of this deal to read this. It really bothers me if you are not, but maybe that would be a better part. You know Charlie, I dream in chess boards and exam papers. I have come to think that I might be thinking too much about them right before sleep. For proof, it is ... |
I have been watching a lot of web series/anime/movies lately. When it comes to movies, theme based on villages or middle class really gets me. It could be the relatability or the fact that we dream bigger than us. With anime its usually some heroic action series where the protagonist is out there to save the world and ... |
Here’s a little something for you. A day. A heart wrapped in a sweatshirt. A cold winter with pecks of sunshine. The stardust falling off from your eyelashes like fairy glitters. The road, filled the clatter of two souls, walking side by side. The street light their perfect candle , perhaps a little brighter. Not enoug... |
Today I was out in the wild life. I had to get admit card for my upcoming exams at college. I just want to describe a series of events. The first thing that happened was that a lady fell between the metro gap while boarding the metro. Another lady helped her back up, when I saw the scene my intrusive thoughts went like... |
You know, when you smile your eyes narrow, and I have a feeling that cannot be faked, much of it anyway. I got down at my station, and proceeded to walk to college. There I got to know that I had apparently come on the wrong date and the whole purpose of my visit was soiled. I did not feel much bad as I was probably de... |
Sach kahu, lagta hai jaise naraz ho tum mujhse. Abb, meri kya galti, tum hastey bhi nahi aajkal, chup chup si baatey hai. Kuch toh kammi hai, jo humey khali hai. Hass hass ke theek hai koi baat nahi bolti jaa rahi, mud ke dekho toh lagta shayad khud ko pagal bana rahi. Shayad hamarey kuch nai meh bahut kuch, or aaj nah... |
last email I wrote something a few days ago. It was 15th of June. It's been a while I have written to you. You know there are a lot of things, but I wanted this one to reach you. I like my pictures lonely. The way it feels like it was spring the flowers forgot to bud and bloom, like a day the night took over. Like a st... |
If the stars breakdown, Do they get mixed in the soil, Do plants grow there and become trees, Do stars look at the earth, thinking of the grave of their old ones? Do they still mourn, gasping or they just blink? Is just blinking a mechanism to cope up with the pain? Or is it just some refraction of stupid lights which ... |
you feel like everything I got. I feel like I could write stories and stories about you. But where am I in those? Am I even there? hello. I want to go on the top of the world and confess how I just, I just do not want to be sensible around you. I keep thinking about us, more than you know. more than you'll ever know. C... |
I think of the stairs, and I think about falling I look down the floor, and I walk like I am crawling A talker am I, or a listener you A killer I am, or a killed you Tremble at the border of edges, or skim across Run against the shadows Or let them cross? Everything's faster and faster when it's race, Oh and hey and wh... |
So this is basically a declaration to myself. A talk with me from me. I know it feels like everyone is doing things that are 'happening'. The dim light pictures on a street with a few street lights and petting a dog whilst there is nowhere else you got to go feels like a dream you want to live. The idea of being 'prese... |
I saw the Rain meet the Soil, in an afternoon Sun's toil, I saw the Rain meet the Soil and l saw him let her slide Take within, and let her subside I wondered if it were the Rain that planned the same or it was the angry Clouds who threw the Rains out of her house. Rain had nowhere to go, in need for a shelter, she fou... |
I saw the Rain meet the Soil, in an afternoon Sun's toil, I saw the Rain meet the Soil and l saw him let her slide Take within, and let her subside I wondered if it were the Rain that planned the same or it was the angry Clouds who threw the Rains out of her house. Rain had nowhere to go, in need for a shelter, she fou... |
I drag my feet across the sand, I wet my eyes with ocean waters I steal a little thunder from the clouds And throw a tantrum like the waves on a dusky night I roar to the winds, I let the wind howl I let the spirits run dumbfound and skittle They whisper in shushed tones, she's the devil's mittle I gasp and I sigh I le... |
Hey, I know we haven’t met lately, but today we did, I held you across my lips Like a lie you slipped through out of a frowning face, You even though not the best in shape or size Always had been little eager to criticize, I look at you, and a mock comes into my mind But I held you across my face, Until my lips reached... |
chuck chuck chuck, get up she said as he pulled the blanket off him. That was the last resort one could walk into the cold winter mornings. The first thing that was revealed was his legs. Long hairy legs. His shorts yanked half up, crunched around the thighs. His stomach was bare, the t-shirt had slid up and was jammed... |
Neville and Xavier walked through the train while it hit the icicles and while it fell down like a biscuit dipped in tea. Most stories start with a less climatic beginning. A motion of relieved atmosphere, and that is when two people meet, in the idea of an evening tingled with sizzles of a symphony, a sunset, and a fr... |
Stories that start with once upon a time always do end with a happily ever after. Not this one. Or not the best ones ever written. But this is neither a story, nor a spoiler alert, you’ll know if you want to. Now, wouldn’t you? Once upon a time in the kingdom of Contradicnia was a person named Celus. You’ll be wonderin... |
Clara The first time I saw Clara was when she was but a child. Her hands were so small, and her eyes were somehow bigger than her nose. She was like one of those pixar animated little girls with wonder waiting eyes. Clara was a student in the school I taught at elementary level. It was my first job as a teacher. Clara ... |
i)Mom cried the first time she saw me go, I was happy, and I told her how my first day of school was. She did not look at me. She stared into blank space. I could see my reflection in her now glassy eyes. They looked like looking at the sidelines of a beach. A high tide was due. She did not blink for the seconds I did ... |
Fox The Pigeon, stood at the edge of the cliff. He looked down and saw endless possibilities. To live, or not to? Fox had lost a lot in his life starting with his wife, Foxita the Pigeon. Fox knew that he had to compensate for her loss of life. He thought about the kids Ox and Ita, what will they do when both of their... |
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