Rising from the crumbles
The rain started drizzling all of a sudden. The streaks of water drops were lashing and swaying amongst the winds. It was getting cold. I remained lied down in ...
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The Diary of an American Housewife
The streaks of the sun said good morning to me through the window. The kitchen was now brightly lit. It looked like one of those photos taken by the professiona...
The Morning Craze!
It have been creeping inside me for a long while. Taking my attention away. Making me not able to concentrate anywhere else. It provoked me. I tried to avoid th...
The Doubtful love
“Bye Meeta ” Shivraj called out while moving towards the door. It was already nearing 9 o’clock in the morning and he was contemplating the mo...
Behind the closed doors
The lighting was perfect. The ambience prodding seductive darkness. They were inches apart from each other. They could sense their breaths in the silence. His f...