"Waiting down at the station, I don't remember, I think it was late then..." Sadness is a contagious thing, I think. For me, in most cases, it works like that. A slight shift in emotions, a minuscule

So I basically wrote this around 2017. Though it is mostly unstructured, I still do adore it. So, cheers! Distance; It doesn't begin ever so sudden with a full stop on conversations. Distance; It doesn't

“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.” ― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones. You look at him as you sip on the black coffee. It tastes bland in your mouth; nothing

I've realised very early in my life that people, no matter who they are, really, really likes to talk. It's a thing that's written in our DNA, it seems. Whether it is about pointless, useless things or

These days I've picked up painting as a regular hobby of mine. I remember as a child I was always very much attracted to colours. As my father himself liked to draw quite a bit himself, he had enrolled

I've been suffering from headaches a lot lately. Even right now, as I write this, the right side of my brain is throbbing to a beat that is just an inch away from being unbearable, and it has left me feeling

I've always been attracted to empty buildings. As a child, my mother was always late when picking me up from school, so most of my afternoons were spent walking along empty corridors, going up to the very

The realization of your death came with an unusual sensation. It all happened in slow motion, time stretching towards infinity with every second passing, covering you with a thin layer of the past, present

Since you were a child, things would always break apart in your hands. The first toy doctor set your father bought you, your very first doll, that cricket bat you got a day before your birthday, and all

The sky is gray and bleak, with winter rain drizzling soundly as far as the eyes could see. You watch the droplets fall on dried-up lakes and ponds alike, and marvel as the foggy mist of winter intensifies

Picking a favorite community from this vast blockchain is no easy work. Favorite is, after all, a generalized word. If I take it as it is, communities like freewriters, cinetv, onechainart, hivebookclub,

Rain... My relation to it, has been quite old. My mother had told me once that I was born on a rainy morning. While my birth month was typically not a month where the sky teared up, lady Monson had seemed

"Wait!" Her voice stops him. From the bed where she sits, she looks small. If it weren't for the dark circles, you wouldn't even be able to tell she's ill. Seeing his soft eyes on her, She smiles.

The bus ride feels ages long. Head rested on half-closed windows, soft wind blowing as the bus moves, the morning sun's gentle rays; it all feels like a scene ripped out from a movie; soft and surreal.

The sunlight coming from the window makes everything in the room look soft. Haziness from the rays blurs up time like fog, and the question of whether it's noon or the evening gets lost within the gentle

The water bottle in my hand has been empty for what it feels like aeons. I've just awoken from a nightmare in broad daylight, and it's taking me more time than I thought to gather myself up again. I'm

The heat of august makes the roads seem longer than it is. Miles stretch out into the horizon like rivers, and looking at how it zigzags through the open fields, you feel just how small your existance