Tears were forming in my sleep-deprived eyes as I held the last double layered cream cookie. My child was throwing a tantrum at the…

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Tears were forming in my sleep-deprived eyes as I held the last double layered cream cookie. My child was throwing a tantrum at the…
The weather has cooled down considerably in Sydney. A relief from heatwaves that had turned me into a puddle of sweat. I can spot…
Remembrance of Earth’s Past Trilogy Often you come across books that change the way you read. They overwhelm you with such vivid imagination and…
**The story is inspired by true events that happened almost a decade ago The swaying rice fields look exquisite during the harvesting season,…
I stood there, holding the solid railings, trying to catch the last rays of the sun suspended over the lonely valley. The wind swept…
I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end…