Prose
No Strings Attached
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort
Blurb: It tells the story of two sisters in France during World War II, and their struggle to survive and resist the German occupation of France.
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you
I tell myself, the moon will rise from darkness. – Mahmoud Darwish Everybody around including near/dear ones, are concerned for your well-being. Unless,
Reading is an art and I’m sure we, most of us are already aware of the fact that not everybody is an artist. And before
Meet Yashoda D Shenoy, the 12-year-old Indian, Kerala girl who runs a free library in Kochi, India. Yashoda learned about library dues and decided to
Poetry is written in the human mind, and is read by the human conscience. They comprise the metaphysical parallel universe lingering within us all. In
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. —Richard Steele Somewhere amidst the thoughts of quitting alcohol, joining the gym
“Those books. You’ve read them all?” Yes. I’ve read them all. I’ve devoured the woven words and placed them in my shelf of memories,
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at