#FDDA

In this post, I've combined two of Fandango's Dog Days of August prompts- favourite quote and thanking my followers. If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.A. A. Milne ~***~ I want to thank all my followers as well as the others who... Continue Reading →

Music- #FDDA

Image from Spencer at Unsplash Come dance with meJust you and I;Twirling in an unsung melodyLyrics: our emotions in tune. Come find me soonAs I delve into my soul;Follow the strings of the chordThat binds our song. Let's twist and turnTo the beat in each verse;And usher into the worldThe symphony of our love. Inspired... Continue Reading →

The Boy and The Tower- #writephoto

"This statue, a homage to the brave General Helon was built in the 17th century by..." Savannah drifted away from her parents and the tour group, all of whom were raptly listening to the tour guide's mechanical rendering of the history of this quaint little town. A picturesque place with pretty little houses, a farmers'... Continue Reading →

He Found At Last

Boden came from a family of distinguished cat-mosaps, with some unique and beautiful cat traits that manifested in each generation. Now, there were not many experimented subjects left in the world, after The Great War. So, these ani-mosaps were regarded with respect for enduring the 'mad-phase-of-experiments'. But Boden could care less about this. Now teenagers,... Continue Reading →

Their Tale

There was a tale. A tale of war, loss, love and hope. A tale of times past and present. A tale set in a place nowhere and everywhere. The tale of Tanya and Arim. They were the firmest of friends, running around the town on imaginary quests, despite repeated scoldings. Up the blue stone steps... Continue Reading →

Till We Met Again

Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. Once upon a time, these very faces had sniffed in disdain and snubbed her in the politest way possible. After all, disagreeable public behaviour was so gauche. "Lady Laureline, it's a pleasure to have you here." "My dear, how... Continue Reading →

Tiny Tale #3

"I can't believe that you used to ride on a scooty or that Aunt Riddhi had dyed her hair blonde!" Or even that you guys knew how to have fun, Mihika added mentally. Sitting in the conservatory, going through the album cataloguing her mom's adolescence, she was shocked. "Well, that was before we turned into... Continue Reading →

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