Where are you now? Where are you now sitting, walking, lolling and reading this? Wherever you are—think—are you happy there? Do you feel complete? Do you feel that ‘yes! This is me and this is w...
Minds are like flowers. They only open when the time is right. –Stephen Richards ‘Hope We Never Meet Again’ written by Srinath Krishnamoorthy is a Psycho-thriller adult fiction dealing with the ...
Oh I’m homeless, homeless in a home. Four rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a hall Yet I sleep, not alone but in dreams a room for me and my insanity. I don’t have a place to put my books I don...
When you seldom feel your feet out of cold and sometimes teeth makes cluttering sound ‘cause it gives up its strength to the breeze that rushes—moving the curtains—through the half open window o...
After years of waiting, suffering through a life I never wished to live like and will never live anymore—I finally grew wings(a tiny one indeed)—and flew to places I have never been before. To be ...
I’m never used to wear a watch. Those I have worn earlier didn’t even last for a week, because I opted for either less quality or not so handsome looking watches which never excited me at all to k...