Everything smells like smoke The spot ,the tabacco in the air I am always disgusted by people I was always disgusted by people who used to smoke Now may be I hv made my piece with it But why did I need

Millions of faces ride the mumbai locals everyday, expecting to reach their destinations.. Well today so am i Its pretty weird i'd say Everyone is so unique, their faces their accents their behavior Yet

Today India celebrates 70 years of Independence But every year this one question surfaces Are we truly independent But today I say No one cam ever be independent No matter what.. We will always depend

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Be Like the Lotus that Blooms Even In Dirt

I am taking a break from steam it.... I do realise it probably does not matter cuz i am just two posts old, But it does matter to me I do like writing and money is a feather on the cap... I wanted to write

The Beautiful Conductor A Fiction (short story) She first waved her hand in the direction of the moving vehicle. As though she was not sure whether she wanted the vehicle to stop for her or not, while

As a single mom, my mother had limited choices. She took care of us. Of the financials. Of the house. And of the tiny shop that was 10 miles away. Yet living off of $100 per month in India, raising two

He lighted his cigarette staring nowhere As he inhaled he remembered the loss of his mother the abuse of his dad... His breakup with her as he exhaled his muscles relaxed mind felt light... For a moment

I was playing with my friends in An alley. Between two buildings But suddenly i realised there was someone else too, A boy who was sitting between two dustbins covered himself with a cardbord box. Well