The City with Half-Baked Buildings.
I took the city out of the oven too early...
I took the city out of the oven too early...
The time when you realise who are you to you and to your people? What is MY PEOPLE? The voice of an overthiker telling not to think. Reality hits hard
I was told to write an origin story of anything I wanted, and this is the product of what I chose. I hope you enjoy!
Witness the grace and resilience of life through the story of the blue jay.
Update of "Unpredictable emotions."
I've always wanted a brother but unfortunately, i never had one. I was only meant for dreaming of having someone like them.
Someone who's in a relationship but they're confused if they are in love. Do they know what love even is? Is this the love of their life?
thoughts as i prepare to move in with my boyfriend for the first time.
My English assignment for the winter vacation
A visit to a hill in south India brings nostalgia to a lost youngster. (Part 2 of 2)
A short memoir of growing up in south India. A visit to a hill brings memorable experiences and nostalgia to a lost youngster.
An ode to the Capitol Crawlers I didn't really have time to edit it so it's very much a first draft
A women's dilemma on choosing an exciting turn in her life and her plain normal existence
Reflections I can't conceal.
Answering this prompt because I haven't written anything in a while