The way out of reality

I met him for the first time in December 2010. He was suffering memorylosses. His name was Kyle Barton. He was an investment banker and asm...

Wind blew past him. The door and the window were not in parallel. A turbulence soothed his skin that had been almost burnt in the heat of...

28th March “Yes I love her and that is probably the only thing about us I am sure about.” I want to be a writer. This piece is a step ...

I was stranded alone in a scorching and sandy desert, looking all around me to find someone when suddenly Saket pulled the blanket back. ...

Something new I am trying (For the new readers, no its not the romantic. I have been doing it for a long time. And please, no speculations...

I don't know why but today I am recalling John Keats' poem "A thing of beauty."Keats called a thing of beauty eternal. H...

The dark doors of heaven were open for him. He had imagined a lot of white light coming out to greet him but there he stood, still wonderin...