Love is choosing to see the light. Love is the hope. And most importantly while darkness all over, still you managed to spot beauty in it.
When a misfortune happen to you, by some horrible wild creatures, all supported those beasts, because you were wrong, if you were a real lady, you would have been in home and not in a road
Oh silence, the queen of solitude, you somehow became the, language of my heart, my dearest and true friend who never betrays, you became my token of waiting
Story of the Month July’16: She held his favourite football that he left on the floor next to the wooden study table just before he had decided that his life had become worthless and that being scared and living was not acceptable to him.
He had a way with words, so crisp, so simple. The way he made you feel his powerful persuasion. He made you feel okay, talked with such wisdom.
I lift up my dying spirit and energy to complain about this unnatural happening and let this all out in one loudest echoing scream. Read paranormal short story
Deep down my memory lane, when I sit back and sigh and try hard to peep into my soul, I find a darkness wandering around like a vagrant. Read social story
The tongue is small narration of the use of tongue. If the tongue is used as fire and sword, the destruction is very near. Use the tongue in minimal way.
Rahul smirked at their past which faded into this day. Her reply then was a kiss. She assured him of love, he jumped ecstasy.
Silence, do you hear me crying,Exactly, because I cry silently, Bald up in a corner quietly, Looking up asking go why me, Can’t you see?