I wish I hadn’t read that one book, For it was only a single dream that it took. It was a simple childish fantasy, But the novice me assumed it for some adult reality. I wish I hadn’t read those 50 pages, For I was living in the make belief cages. Made for me, it… Read More I wish I hadn’t read that one book!
She was sitting on this dim corner of the cave, very peaceful, not even caring that she had lost her way, and that she was away from the company that she had entered with. The place was unnervingly silent, and the cool setting was a bit too much for her to take. Still, she sat… Read More The bed box
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: ‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’ -Hilaire Belloc’s
I stood there stumped, knowing not what to do, I had no idea what was happening, what was all the fuss about? The people around me were exhilarated, but why? I was at a party or a gathering, but why? Everything seemed chic and elegant, people sipping red wine, women bothered with their dresses, men… Read More Why?
I am a dreamer, not only a day dreamer but I dream almost every other day in my sleep, sometimes it makes sense but the other times it is almost a chain of events which are not bound to happen or even more the chances of happening any of it or all of it together… Read More That dream
Two guys fighting over a girl, isn’t that the dream, girls? Oh my God all these movies and novels, all these fuss on the romantic comedies and then I have seen people enjoying this literally. Hasn’t it always been a dream for girls that two men fight over them, a box in the ear, and… Read More The dream?
She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her and… Read More Dancing