Their Family Meal

Image from Unsplash "I'm starving!" Rijul announced as he swaggered into the kitchen. It smelled wonderful, which made his stomach grumble again. "Go wash up and call your sister. Dinner will be ready in 5 mins." With a nod, Rijul rushed towards his sister's room. Dinner that night, consisted of carved chicken roast, with mashed... Continue Reading →

The Decision

Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. But the rows of books, in a well furnished room certainly projected an image of respectability. Ryan mentally scoffed at the props, before he slowly exited Dorian's study, leaning heavily on his cane. Despite the comforts of cars... Continue Reading →

Poetic, you say?

Photo by Brooke Lewis on Pexels.com Let me tell you a tale, so that you can understand my metrophobia. 'What's that, you say?' It's the irrational fear of poetry. Oh, others may think I'm an unreliable narrator. But what do they know? It's my tale... Now, where was I? It had all begun with Disha's... Continue Reading →

A Date- 100WW

Climbing out her window, she met him at the street corner and they drove down to the beach for their date. It was their first, since he'd returned during his fall break. Soda, sandwich and sugary confectioneries; sand below, setting sun above and the sea beyond. They spoke and laughed, months of strained communication evaporating... Continue Reading →

From Reel To Real- #WDYS

"Cut it! Cut!" The director of this ad film screamed, rushing towards the model. This was the sixth interruption of the hour and Naman was certain that this project would drag on for two more days. So, there was a chance that he would have to miss out on the heritage collaboration assignment, if his... Continue Reading →

Tiny Tale #4

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Arrested for possessing drugs, used to dull his psychometric senses, Emmet was discharged; conditional to helping the police in certain cases. And his improved credibility had lead to his involvement in the case of death of a wealthy septuagenarian. Pain. Fear. Loneliness. Faint hope, clouded by immense disgust. The horrors of... Continue Reading →

Night and Day

Image Credits- Mansha A mischievous cowherd, he was lovingly called Shyam, for his dark evening complexion. She, with her lovely sun-kissed skin and unwavering devotion, was Radha Rani, the queen of his heart. Aeons ago in the gardens of Vrindavan, the crescent moon had borne witness to the bloom of their divine love. Dancing on... Continue Reading →

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