Relations need to be a bit crazy.
Do you search the skies to contain your memories?
Everyone is a story. An open book filled with shades of different colours painting a picture of their life.
Time was the only hope you can cling to.
And he who couldn’t stick to his promises, made a promise for love.
Manage to read between the lines in any conversation and you will write a story.
There are some people in our lives we binge on. And at the need of hour, it’s not their physical presence that appeases our soul, but just the thought of them makes us feel happy.
When identity was questioned, what would you answer, questions Karthik in his microtale.
We might have the right to make choices for ourselves but we definitely do not have the right to do that for someone else. Choice isn’t gender biased just as feminism. A concept that is unanimously misunderstood.
Only a few people understand who you are within.
How easily we spell a wish whenever we catch sight of a shooting star, don’t we? Shalu spills a few words on how shooting stars are not wish granters, but they are souls who are already broken wanting to be back where they belong. Shalu for The Scribbled Writings. Comment if you could relate it…
Microtale on Heart