Storytelling is an art that requires time and tender care. Don’t agree with me? Try writing a story that rings a bell or two in someone’s heart. Perhaps, try writing a story that moves people without time and care. See how it turns out, if you succeed, please come back to taunt me. I have… Read More Storytelling Happens By Writing Everyday. Why I Am Not Writing As I Used To & Happy New Year.
Regrets, some of us have them in our lives. I never thought I was capable of regretting, until now. This is a story about the only regret I have. The only regret. The curtains rose and fell, wind crept in silently. Taking a slow breath she commented, ‘I like this part of the story. The… Read More The Only Regret. A Short Story.
Tales as old as time keep finding its way towards our world like the waves of ocean, eventually crashing against the shores and leaving a hazy trail. One such tale, I found in the wreckage that I thought I would become. My tiny boat wrecked on the rocks near the beach. The waves saved me,… Read More Found In The Wreckage.
Someone must have said this before. Someone must have felt this before. Someone must have written this before. But no matter; I will say it again, I will write it again. I write, because you exist. You. Yes, You – you changed my world by becoming a part of it. One day, like the unexpected breezy… Read More I Write. Because You Exist.
Born Again. All of a sudden life seemed so different. Looking back, things have changed so much. She can’t go back to what she wanted. Changes came in like the ocean waves, slowly but steadily and she was too busy to notice. Love. Was that it? If she didn’t love them all, would it be… Read More Born Again.
“I’ll be back soon.” She said with a kiss on my cheek. This was her last mission in a while. Pretty soon she will be back home and we will be able to spend some crazy time together building the tree house we have been planning for a while. I send her a flying kiss… Read More Stardust Wanderer
This is a continuation of my story: Crimson Nights. Starry Skies. Crimson Tides. You might want to read the first part to better understand the second one. So, here goes. White Mornings. Clear Skies. Crimson Sea. “The crimson sea will engulf another life. You will be helpless just like you once were.” The voice in… Read More White Mornings. Clear Skies. Crimson Sea.
Crimson nights were the most dreaded nights in our sea-shore village. It was said that when the tides turned red it was an invitation for death. Years ago a diver died because she couldn’t make it above the waters, in the evening the crimson tides covered our shores and no one went to the sea… Read More Crimson Nights, Starry Skies, Crimson Tides.
It’s a beautiful, rather fun morning, Ramu thought to himself as he opened his eyes and smiled for the first time that day. He looked at wife sleeping beside him, he bent and kissed her good morning before getting out of the bed. Ramu was early as usual, it was still dark outside. He usually… Read More Ramu’s optimism and his fun life…
Love simply is…. part ii Before you begin reading this chapter, read the first part of my short story, Love simply is if you haven’t already.