#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 →

जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने…

हर पल तेरी ही यादों में खोये जाने कब हम खुदसे ही बेगाने हुए शब्द तो मेरे थे पर ज़िक्र तेरा शहर तो मेरा था पर बसेरा तेरा जब निकले खुदको ढूंढने हर गली में मुलाकात हुई तुझसे सोचा तुझसे ही खुद का पता पूछ लूँ पर तेरी गलियों में इस कदर गुम हुए मानो... Continue Reading →

A Tickling Tyranny

There's this craving that won't be satiated no matter what I did, no matter where I went. The soul seems seeking something I do not know. How can I look for something when I do not know what I am looking for? This feeling. It's weird. It's outlandish. And yet deeply familiar. Like it's meant... 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 →

ख्वाहिश बस इतनी सी थी…

रात की खामोशियों को चीरती हुई एक आवाज़ गूंजी जानी पहचानी सी उस शोर की तलाश में कदम मेरे कभी अंधेरों का पीछे करते कभी तेरी यादों का ~~~ सन्नाटों से लैस एक चौराहे पर फिर दूर खड़ी तेरी परछाई मुझे देख मुस्कुरायी हज़ारों सवाल लिए मेरी नज़रें तेरा मन टटोलती रहीं सेहमी सी तेरी... 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 →

Things to Remember while Writing a Book Review

As book-lovers, most of us readers also love to review the books we read. Reviews not only help to record our experience of the book, but also help the reading community in deciding what books to read and why. But that is only as long as a book review is done right. The first book... Continue Reading →

उस रात की बात …

क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात चौखट पे बैठे अतीत की चादर में लिपटे किस कदर हम ख्वाहिशों को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हें उस रात की बात होठों को सीए खामोशियों की बाहों में सिमटे किस कदर हम अल्फ़ाज़ को तरसे ~~~ क्या बताएं तुम्हे उस रात की बात खुद से गुफ्तगू करते... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Start being a writer…

I have met many people in this lifetime who've wanted to do a lot of things, who've wanted to be a lot of different things then they are right now. The spark that lights up their eyes when they talk of things they want to do is simply astonishing. I wonder if they've ever seen... Continue Reading →

Atop the World…

I walk up the steep winding path. At last, I reach the top. The wind rushes into my face with so much fervor as if it has been waiting to reveal all its secrets, held for ages. In the middle of summer, here's winter. The clouds hanging low, so low, that it is almost impossible... Continue Reading →

A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn't have any of... Continue Reading →

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