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Catching the Rabbit

Days pass me by as I chase pointless charades; some seem more worthless than others. There is a bizarre sense of emptiness and desolation lying somewhere underneath, always ready to burst out of me. I can invariably feel it right at the precipice of my

a man trying to sleep in a bus

You Sleep; I Will Wake You Up

Day by day, as my nights waned Unto ’nother sunrise, I waited like a schoolboy For my school bus, Distracted by a hundred thoughts And sometimes by the traffic ahead, Seeking what was sure to come Or hoping it wouldn’t at all, That I might

Lone figure overlooking a frozen lake at night.

I Carry Winter in My Bones

Cold is the hue of my blanket, Blue is the ice in my soul. A lesson left by a devil, Whose winter never left my bones. What brews inside Is buried deep within. It might surface in hints On dewy nights And windy days, Where

A woman in a black gown looks toward a guillotine at dusk, with a red rose in the foreground and storm clouds overhead.

Manslayer

Oh, what have I done! I killed the only man Who could revive me. I didn’t think twice Before passing the judgment. I am the sole handler Who brought down the guillotine. With a single blow, I wiped him Off the face of the earth.

Night view of Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh, where a 4.9-magnitude earthquake was experienced during a family trip.

My Second Earthquake Experience: Dharamshala

Only recently, we went to celebrate my parents’ anniversary in Dharamshala, returning to the ridges after 11 years. You know, witnessing mountains up close and staying as near to adventure as possible. As someone who has always been drawn to the mountains, this trip felt

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Divine Intervention

I have always felt, in my universe, God has always tried to help me. Be it by helping me come out of a situation, giving me unimaginable strength, helping me escape bad relationships, or simply doing what was right for me. The fact that it

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The Promise – A Short Story

“Well! I am here. Let’s go!” said the Reaper. She turned around to look at him. A very handsome-looking man, in a black overcoat, stood there with his hands behind his back, smiling. He had well-combed, laid-back hair and features that looked far too perfect