Friends (close and acquaintances) would describe me as an extremely social and enthusiastic person. Family, who’ve seen me grow up, would describe me as quiet, within myself but prone to certain excited bursts. Both those descriptions are accurate – I’m what they’ve recently started calling an ambivert – A mixture of extrovert and introvert when… Continue reading Alone has its perks…..
I’ve always loved writing. It’s the reason this blog exists. It’s also the reason that I tend to ramble when I’m recounting a story. It’s definitely the reason that my ultimate dream is to become a published novelist that wins fame and accolades. So when The Ladies Finger put out a notice that called for interns… Continue reading Project TLF
Take it as fiction or take it as something that has happened to you in your life, matters of the heart have affected us all. So here goes: I am sorry. I am sorry for ghosting you. I am sorry for ignoring you. I am sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration. I am… Continue reading Let me give my heart a break
It had rained heavily in the evening but Nina was feeling stuffy in her bedroom. The fan, on full speed, and wearing her tiniest shorts had done no good. She was feeling hot but not feverish. At least she didn’t think so. Being the first one to sleep when your friends are over is never… Continue reading Breakfast time (Fiction)
Originally posted on Whispering of Snowflakes:
Ricky Ponting. Fierce. Aggressive. Frightening. Vocal. Loud. Opinionated. Outspoken. Competitive. Emotional. You’re all of these and many more. You’re ‘the’ captain that everyone vows to have. You’re the yearning of every vulnerable mind. You’re hope. You’re the Venus in a moonless night. You’re the myriad of street lights at…
“Come on Kanha! We are already so late!” Krishna tapped his foot impatiently as he leant against the door of the room of his best friend. “You know how Teacher hates it when we come late to morning class!” “Then stop rushing me! I don’t do well under pressure!” Krishna giggled at the double entendre… Continue reading Krishna and Kanha playing Snakes and Ladders (Fiction)
“Can you help us?” I closed my book and shifted to the left to make space for the younger girl to sit. I looked at her and knew instantly what she wanted to ask me. “No. I’ve already told Geetika that I won’t do it and now I’m telling you.” Goutami looked at me with… Continue reading 3rd step on the podium (Creative Non-Fiction)