It’s 4:23 in the morning and I’m sipping my black coffee. I’ve made mistakes and lost many, each time I untangle from it. I promise myself not to repeat. It’s a strange feeling, you know, feeling nothing one day and the next day the universe’s weight placed on my shoulder and my belly. The man…
I’m mad about how often I change for people. I don’t realise it just then, it starts with the small things, the little adjustments But when they’re gone like they always do, like now and I get alone I have steps to recovery. I’ll write a poem and I get comfortable within myself, I realise…
Amina looks out of the window. The golden glow of light bathes the ground, making the brown sand glisten and look precious. The setting sun comes with cool winds, cooling the sand on the ground making it just toasty enough to dig your feet deep inside and feel the small grains run down your feet,…
It was a great day for Kevin when he came to know that he had received a call letter from one of the best companies. He regretted that he could not celebrate as he had no friends there. He was slightly disappointed and peeped through the window. He observed a pleasant atmosphere outside and decided…
It was 8 in the evening. Harshit was making his assignment. He was determined to complete the assignment for submitting it tomorrow. Nothing can act as a deterrent, he repeated to himself. Vijaylakshmi called Harshit on his cell. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” “I pinged Shraddha. She told me that she thinks Ashish is again…
We should always be prepared to bear the results of what we do to others because whatever goes round comes round. Once there lived a poor Brahmin Pandit in the city of Dharmashala with his four daughters. He had managed to wed three of them but could not collect money to marry off the…
There is hardly any person in this world who has not wished, at least once, to have been dead. But there are a very few people who actually dare to die. They say suicide is for cowards, but ironically it takes a lot of guts to venture into committing suicide. And I am one…
The second part deals with how the mother and daughter are re-united. Becca was standing in front of the mirror, in their room. She tucked the pillow underneath her top, to see how she would look when her tummy would begin swelling up. She turned herself and stood sideways. She slowly rubbed her palm…
The first part deals with the narrator describing the relationship between Ashley and her mother. Becca was standing in front of the gas stove, waiting for the milk to boil. The short needle of the round shaped clock sitting on the window in the kitchen, pointed toward six and the long needle pointed toward…
It is a story of a two year old Indian girl, who is orphaned and then later adopted by an American couple. India always fascinates me.Her vibrance,culture, and natural beauty,all interwoven in a beautifully intricate society, has always fascinated me.From all the places I have ever visited,either as part of my passion for travelling…
bonomi murumi
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