Tag Archives: story
The Castle
Mama says I have a wild imagination. Is that good? Maybe. But Mama always says it with an eye roll. She thinks I will make a damn good writer someday. I doubt that because I am awful at grammar Continue reading →
Autumn Leaves
He was dressed in his finest. The dark brown hair neatly parted to the side. One look at him and you can easily deduce that he is very meticulous with his appearance. He held the drink gracefully in his hand, … Continue reading →
Black ruminations
Here’s to one of my favourite characters – To Sirius Black. Greatest friend there ever was. Continue reading →
Through the door…
I found was a wooden Marapaachi doll. Padma’s doll. My only souvenirs from Madras……. Continue reading →
Fear of the unknown
What started of as a gentle knock now turned into a series of bangs.. She stood like a painted picture … Petrified .. She could hear a mixture of demonic screams and the sound of nails on wall..It was sheer agony .. Continue reading →