whispers from within

Everyone wants to be pretty. Pretty gorgeous. Pretty beautiful from within. Pretty perfect. Who would understand this better than me, the obstinate voice chasing you down? I used to live near that hunched over flower with crimson petals and dark leaves, overlooked by the couple hundred people who came in contact with my host, I... Continue Reading →

The greatest mystery.

My whole life, I have wanted to be a part of a mystery, or at least witness it. Hey, I might be an inexperienced, introverted teen but I have seen chaos. I have been loved and I have felt lonely. I have the honor of having a place I call home and people I call... Continue Reading →

Finding Me

Since my grandmother died, things have been... rough. I still stand solemnly in the kitchen hall, hoping to hear her serene prayers. It's been 3 years, still, I can smell the aroma of the hot chocolate drink she'd make me every Christmas. I would take a deep breath, as though filling my lungs with the... Continue Reading →

Back in time

Everyone has a story to tell. Every picture tells a story, so does every object in your house. From your parents to your neighbors, from your friends to your foes, from your journal to your thoughts- there are stories told by every object in this universe. I lived in a small cottage that overlooked a canal... Continue Reading →

Que Sera Sera (Part-2)

Hello everybody! So, I wrote a short story a few days back, you can check it out here. And I'll give it here as well. If you have read it then you can scroll down right to where it says 'Part 2'. I won't say I hate people. They are just good old hypocrites by... Continue Reading →

Que Sera Sera (Chapter-1)

I won't say I hate people. They are just good old hypocrites by default, aren't we all? Although, I have to admit, I did not like talking to them, until-It was a Sunday morning and it was snowing. I lived in a small house, no, home -covered with ivy on the great Alawai Boulevard. Who... Continue Reading →

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