I woke up at 4 am today, unable to sleep anymore. Sometimes you come across stories that leave an impression. Last night I read…

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I woke up at 4 am today, unable to sleep anymore. Sometimes you come across stories that leave an impression. Last night I read…
Words can be so incredibly beautiful. When strung together, they can make you weak in the knee, make you hold your heart and let…
I was in class VII when one day my awesome English Ma’am called me to her desk and asked me if I have written…
After the amazing Write Tribe Festival of Words challenge, I have literally run out of ideas. So as I try to figure out topics…
I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end…
When Maple turns copper, and sky tangerine, sighs again a dandelion, in every skip of a summer dream. While seasons keep unfolding, without a…