All period Thanksgiving twilight, we flocked out after Dad, as he drew a Christmas suit on the road and he dressed it over a kind of rood, he did a…
Category: Fiction
Marriages are Made in Mind
The evening was making a way for night to take charge. The crowd grew dense as a fracas blew at a road junction in front of a bakery shop. Many…
Trust Your Skills and the Rest will Follow
Back in my sixth grade, when I wrote my first poem about spring, I knew I wanted to be remembered as a writer. Little did I know that I am…
Construction Underway
And as the sky was falling, Ray who was on his way home took a fancy to the left. Over the horizon, he could see the glaring lights of at…
A Letter to My 18-Year -Old Self
Dear 18-year-old self, I write to you, this little note, as I imagine you frantically rummaging through your inbox loaded with birthday wishes, for that one message from that one…