Just the way you are…

like a snake shedding its skin shed yours i know it’s fake be bereaved of pretentions crawl under my skin creep into my veins breathe to the tune of my heart’s beat for only then you’ll know i need you body and soul minus your masks minus your deceits minus your longing to come clean like a prisoner... Continue Reading →

Finish the Story: A Collaboration with Tanmay Jain

Dear readers, I guess I have something interesting up for you guys. When Tanmay from Bookinton asked me if I would like to participate in his 'Finish the Story' collaboration, I was not only excited but anxious too. Excited because, well, who doesn't like to devote time toward something they love to do and anxious... Continue Reading →

Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #longings on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

#Quoted: Write one true sentence…

In writing, often times, we are weighed down by our own passion to create the best pieces; pieces the world has never seen nor read. If anything, this passion pressure gets the better of us and there are days when writing down even a few words feels an avalanche of a job. So what do... Continue Reading →

Reunion

after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #reunion on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning - sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #choice on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Would it matter?

would it matter if the rising sun was purple the sinking moon amber if what we cried were not salted tears but only plain water would it matter if meadows were black and storms mellow if elephants chirped and squirrels bellowed if lions were striped and zebras spotted if we walked backward to reach ahead would... Continue Reading →

Trade

"Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?" asked the little girl. "Yes, darling" nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn't the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #trade on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Good story ideas seem to come from…

Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun.... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Remember…

Neil Gaiman's writing is awe-spiring. His stories give a reader much food for thought. There has never been a time when I have been disappointed with his books and that is simply because he knows what a reader seeks. He always explores different storylines with distinct character sketches for the protagonists, always. I can write... Continue Reading →

The Musing Quill is 6!

Time really does fly. Six years is a long time and a short one yet, if you know what I mean. Looking back, there are hundreds of memories and few amazing friends I made along the way and there isn't one thing I would want to change about my experience. Except, I miss all those... Continue Reading →

Ramè

at every corner of every street there are leftovers of sweet memories I reach out scoop some in my palms they slip from between my fingers stare at me long a quick walk down the lane left behind rolling happily in the sands of time soon winds of past blow them all away I run... Continue Reading →

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