​Available in an eBook! Hard, broken, worn out and cold. Beauty which will ever so softly unfold. Subtle shades of monochrome hues. Vibrant blossoms adorned with dews. Fragmented, shattered, but ever so strong. Last but only till the end of summer’s song.

Available in an eBook! Sacrifices must be made. Lives must be lost. If this is a game, I must win at all costs. Sacrifices just have to be made. I’m forced to give up a lot. With a soul that cries from within, I offer you all that I’ve got.

Available in an eBook! Like the wave that reached my feet When I had been a slave to my inner beast I wouldn’t let myself sink either, or sail

Available in an eBook! …and when you’re finally free, you will know what it’s like to breathe again. You will stretch out your arms, and it will feel like flight. The creases on your brow will be straightened out.

Available in an eBook! Some people look at you with dread. Some people look up to you for deliverance. And some pretend they’ll never see you. But you eventually catch up with everyone. Aren’t you always around the corner? Lurking in the neighbourhood

A hole in my chest, a void in my mind, Lost in a world that feels unkind. I chase, and I run, yet fall behind, My purpose fades, too hard to find. Working like a dog, no rest, no sleep, Feeding my life to a promise I keep. My art is starving, my heart’s not fed, Dreams are burning while I sit in dread.

Available in an eBook! She looks delicious in those shorts and crop top; her milky-white skin glistening in the moonlight makes her seem like an angel. Every inch of her exposed skin is asking me to touch and play with her. One look at her clothes and anyone can tell that she is asking for it. The fact that she is walking alone in the streets after nine is the perfect proof of her desire, and it is my duty to give her what she desires. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she? Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada I advance towards her slowly, moving stealthily in the shadows. I have to pounce on her and take her by surprise, just like they show in the movies. ​ But unlike in the movies, even the most foolish person won’t come to her rescue. Even they know that she wants it. She must have fantasised about this; after all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?

Available in an eBook! I: Unforgettable Time Arjun moved out of the AC cabin on the train and stood near the door. Fog formed on his aviator-framed eyeglasses due to a sudden change in ambient temperature. He was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts, smiling, that he didn’t even notice the physical transition unfolding right before his very eyes. ​ The train was gushing at the rate of knots. The plastic covers that had been thrown out by trains passing by for decades were trying to catch up with the train. On the journey, trees were left behind, people looked like ants, and Arjun felt as if he were impersonating Flash. Just then, a familiar face standing beside him winked. He responded with a smile and nothing else. She was the girl who sat in the opposite berth to his. Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada Three years ago, he would have at least tried to impress her, but now his mind was confined to occasional glances and smiles. The girl started, “Hi... Hii... I’m Diya​. Who are you smiling at?” “It’s nothing. You won’t understand it unless you experience love.”

Available in an eBook! While I was walking in the park near my home, as I do every evening, I saw a boy, probably ten years old, resting on a bench, absorbed in his thoughts. He looked worried, so I approached him before asking, “What is your name, son?” As he turned to me, I continued, “Is everything alright?” Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada Looking at me for a moment, he smiled. A moment later, he responded, “My name is Rahul sir, and everything is alright. I’m just waiting for my mother.” I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you waiting for your mother in a park?” The boy nodded before stating, “She instructed me to wait here. On her way back from work, we planned to go shopping. This park is closer to her office and the store.”

Available in an eBook! In the valley of the Nilgiri hills, two sisters lived together. They were named Riya and Diya. They lived in the pastures of Ooty, and, like the beauty of nature around them, each of them was beautiful in their own way. Diya was ten years younger than her sister and was considered the precious one. She always had something new to learn from people around her, considering how little she knew about the world. Riya, on the other hand, was old enough to understand how humans built mechanical machines that dictated most of their lives. Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada A few years ago, the sisters lost their parents along with their elder brother in a road accident. Everything was blissful in that trip to Alleppey until the Gods decided otherwise and left the sisters with nothing more than mere memories. Eighteen-year-old Riya was calm and patient, but her little sister was naughty and stubborn. Riya did her best to present to her sister a life filled with all the best things. As Diya grew older, she became arrogant and rude towards her sister. She didn’t like her and shouted at her for no reason, finding fault in everything. For once, she never even tried to understand her elder sister.

Available in an eBook! ““Every sunshine either is the beginning of a new life or the end of one. Whether it is good or bad, the day starts.” I wake as the dewdrop tickles, rolls over me, and I feel the mild heat generated in the early hours. I am a leaf watching the whole world run against time, and look at us only when there is a huge gathering for an environmental cause. Like every day, I am looking for some fresh air, and the scene around me is different today. “How can someone just make an impression on one’s life at just the first look?” he asked. “Don’t be surprised! It is exactly like how it happened to you”, a soft voice replied in quick succession. I do not know exactly what they are referring to, but I was curious about their words, so I listened to their conversation keenly. “If there is anything that I am waiting for, every second of my life, it is...”