Microtale on Writings | The Scribbled Writings
Writing was natural for her.
Read More Microtale on Writings | The Scribbled WritingsTag: Emotions
“You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said holding my palms.
“You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said as he held my palms.
Read More “You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said holding my palms.…And so I’ll never give up on writing!
The Transformation of The Scribbled Writings 2014-2016
Read More …And so I’ll never give up on writing!“It’s time for me to go”, she cried.
Listen to her valediction as she cried, “It’s time for me to go”
Read More “It’s time for me to go”, she cried.Her ‘Free’dom
The photographer lived her life carefree! Read ahead how is she described!
Read More Her ‘Free’dom“This is the best thing that happened to me in this city bus in the last few years. And I’m glad I met you today!” – I said.
Sometimes even the smallest things can bring happiness in you – “This is the best thing that has happened to me” I said.
Read More “This is the best thing that happened to me in this city bus in the last few years. And I’m glad I met you today!” – I said.Inexplicable Words of a Soldier
The inexplicable words of a soldier. Followed by Dylan Thomas famous lines:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
“My Life’s spun in a web, What’s yours?”
An early August Sunday morning on alarm bells, I was up before everyone else. Took the bike keys swiveling around my fingers, Zipped the windcheater without any linger. Scooted over to the nearest lake shivering. The windcheater couldn’t cheat those razor-sharp raindrops, I was shuddering. With blinding sight, I made it safe to the place. […]
Read More “My Life’s spun in a web, What’s yours?”Unveiling the true beauty
Beauty was defined not by the way you look,I shrugged off, uttering these words ogling from the nook.
Read More Unveiling the true beautyThe embryonic onset of Her! – “Seriously”
The dry ambience was filling with some water droplets and the air was replenishing with some moisture thereby making the wind around it cool. The leaves on the distant tree looked as if they were swaying gracefully like a trained graceful dancer. The air near me chanted her name and I grabbed my warm arms, […]
Read More The embryonic onset of Her! – “Seriously”
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