The scariest night of my life (part 1) | A real life story

the scariest night of my life short story

I still remember the scariest night of my life. It happened when I had a job as a software developer at a small startup IT company. It had been 2 years of a hectic life, coding day and night without proper rest until I decided to quit my job. I decided to bid goodbye to… Continue reading The scariest night of my life (part 1) | A real life story

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Should I worship or love you? | Thought through art

love or worship you

You are the ultimate destiny of my long life. Or should I say, “You are the ultimate destiny of my many lifetimes?” In the midst of sorrow, I have never lost hope in finding you. Beset by countless misfortunes, I have never bowed my head to my enemies because of the power of thoughts about you. I… Continue reading Should I worship or love you? | Thought through art

My mom’s Gold Bangles (part 1) | A real life story

Do you want to know about a real man and a real woman, who firmly believed in “never give up” and “gender equality”? Then you should know about my grandpa and grandma, the epitomes of optimism. Grandpa and Grandma were blessed with a baby girl and they thought, “Oh! That’s great! A daughter is a… Continue reading My mom’s Gold Bangles (part 1) | A real life story

The sound of laziness (Short Story)

the sound of laziness

“Unni… go get the blankets from the terrace,” said my Mom. “Me? No… I am busy, mom,” replied I, who was busy browsing internet and listening to latest music on youtube. How would my mother know about my virtual world? She is a simple Indian housewife who knows only the real world. She spends her… Continue reading The sound of laziness (Short Story)

WISH ME GOOD NIGHT | SHORT POEM

At the edge of this world, I am waiting for your push. Push me off the cliff, Deep Into the abyss of death. Lament not for this is transient! Transient death we call slumber! Push me, Wish me good night Then wait for my return.

The backyard | Random thoughts

the backyard pencil drawing

At first, the backyard of my house reminds me of my own life – unexplored, unattractive and untidy. Surrounded by walls as tall as a 10year old kid and are made of concrete bricks, the backyard is a place to dump all unwanted things of my house. Since the cement-brick ratio seems like 1:50, the… Continue reading The backyard | Random thoughts

Oh, what a privilege it is to be alive! | A short poem about wandering soul

what a privilege it is to be alive

To be alive is the greatest achievement. To have a body, exploring and experiencing the world are privileges that any soul shall wish for. Unfortunately, we take these for granted and explore ways to make ourselves suffer by adding desires and unrealistic expectations. We forget the myriad of happiness that the state of “being alive”… Continue reading Oh, what a privilege it is to be alive! | A short poem about wandering soul

A lonely new year | Personal Journal #3

a lonely new year | personal journal

Here I am! On my bed, looking at the things in my room. Even the lifeless things in my room(fan, clock, mirror etc) seems to have life. While I, who is breathing, is lying on bed lifelessly. What an irony! I blame my friend circle for my current condition. My friend circle is shrinking day-by-day(as… Continue reading A lonely new year | Personal Journal #3