Unlike reality,writing fiction ...has to make sense... Simple observations about life in the form of short stories,poems and thoughts.It s about life and people. It's about you and me.
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Sands of time
The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...
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‘Just a few days more & Barbie would be gone’ mama said coldly. ‘Don’t worry I am there with you always' said little Lisa consol...
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what is life but an excuse for death,or death but an escape from life... just like the butterfly counts not months...but moments...and ha...
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Milestones - 2 As we drove past the Nilgiri hills on our way to Ooty the bus stopped on one of the hairpin bends. The weather was cloudy w...