Answer this. When someone is staring at you from behind, have you ever looked back automatically? Has it ever happened that you are thinking of someone and suddenly, that person contacts you? Have you ever felt anxious for no reason and later realized that your loved one (family or friend) was in danger? All these are not mere co-incidences. These are all manifestations...

Lanky Keith fastened his speed of sharpening the wooden wedge puffing and sweating harder now, after he heard his Uncle Tom yelling at a distance in his regular threatening tone, “Are we done yet?” Sundays were never his favorite because that would be the day when his uncle lazed at home loading him with carpentry work extra than usual. There was no noticeable season...

I opened my eyes. My eye lashes were stuck to my darkened under eye skin and my lids felt heavy. I licked my lips. They felt salty. I had to force my eyes open. Yes, I remember now I had been crying but I can’t figure out why. Where am I? It is still dark and the invisible walls feel as though they are crowding on me. Maybe it is night. I close my eyes again. As...

The six-hour road journey had played on her body and she was definitely tired. But the excitement and eagerness that she carried along the six hours and much before that seemed to suppress most of her fatigue. As she saw the large, green gate to the front, she knew the exact way the road ahead would turn till they were parked in the porch.

A breaking dawn with a brisk aura I am Fervent as I peep out of the window

If only you knew… Of the twists and turns in my heart When my eyes first fell on you. If only you knew… Of the first flush of blush in my eyes cheeks When our eyes locked for that ultimate (intimate) moment! If only you knew… Of the hot cheeks of mine When you spoke a word of praise! If only you knew… Of the grounded feeling of mine When you raised a voice for...

That time of the year again… When gifts come in expected And apologies are politely accepted. Gusts of wind blow past the face, That grin intact behind the muffler encase. I scoot around like a feather in a breeze, When blizzards sweep around threatening to toss the firmest abbeys. This morning saw me in a bakery; And a jamboree of housewives out with scuttles, donning...

This story is dedicated to the following lines by Albert Camus; “You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”

It gnaws on my insides. It has from time immemorial. Making me meek, rendering my eyes useless.

Every moment, spent in your absence, is truly a moment of agony. The Blissful Agony of, being in your thoughts, in your life. But not in your arms. The suffering of , knowing your warmth, and yet, not feeling it. The ache, i go through, knowing the definite contours of your face, and yet, not seeing it. My eyes, decieve me. my ears, listening for you, in the loud silence. when,...