In Context

“A woman of exceptional beauty in a room full of prospective grooms, interested not in even one of them only falls short in terms of suspicion to a handsome bachelor, with a large income and handsome disposition yet who was not pursued by a string of women”

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Hidden – In Plain Sight!

I My lips are colorless and parchred, But the drink I need is scarce. And thus I march, In the desert, that is our love! I wait for the Oasis To hit me up. II Oh my towering ignorance! For the Voice I seek Is found in the silence

Tell Me a Story

Helloooo peeps! Do you remember a few days (actually weeks) ago, I promised on delivering a story every week? Yeah so after missing a week or two, yours truly is here for the simple purpose of telling you a story.  Here is this week's entry from my side: The Chicken Piece  Image Source "Saab! This is…

Unmade for Each other

“Most people aren’t really bad, you know”, she told him. “If that is so, they don’t do a very good job of showing their true intentions”, said he. “Why do you have to be so bitter all the time”, she was saying. He, however, was busy observing her. Her small lips were moving in circles…

XYZ

X ways to find this Y tips to get that Z things you need and want! This is where I dwell, Where everyone Wants, wants, and needs. I am no different either. Have I ever claimed otherwise? X ways to be happy Y tips to find contentment Z rules to lead a life of glory…

Patient # 102

Image Source I was walking. It was a huge crowd — lots and lots of people. Most of them were adults — people in their 30’s and 40’s, you know. There were a few children as well — hopping along the crowd. They were too few, though, but it did not matter. Children only matter if they are going to grow…

The Confessions of a Celestial Being

This story is written as part of a writing challenge–WRINGO (writing BINGO), which is proposed and played by my office friends. There is a grid with different genres for each grid. Every week, we are assigned a genre that is decided by a dice-roll. I will be  sharing my stories here.  Genre for this week is Romance.  I loved…

What Color Are You?

  I was black The darkest shade Or so I thought   For one day I saw an image flowing In the dark river The form and shape Was indeed mine But very very white My eyes hurt It was all too fine So from then on I was to be fair I roamed around…

Wither Away!

  "Pressure makes things grow more"   Is a ridiculous myth! That's a terrible bore. The flower could have Lasted a little longer, had the tools Blasted the warmonger. Instead, they played Filthy games With the hues and shades, of the colorless petals. The pressure to bloom In fifty seconds. Was on the bud. For…