Soaps and the Warmth

With a stuffy nose and rock-heavy eyes, I wake up to the mind-bending tunes of the daily soaps. These are my mom's bible. One look at her and you know stuff is about to get intense behind the holy screen of contemporary representation of the human society. She sits upright on her chair. Her just-washed … Continue reading Soaps and the Warmth

The Cosmic Writer

Time slowly flew by as I lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. The night was carrying a beautiful eerie silence with hints of pleasant breeze through the window. I could hear the clock beside me. Tick-tock, a tick and a tock, rhythmically resonating with my heart beat. Chris Martin was singing … Continue reading The Cosmic Writer