Arya

She's stretching herself out, Gathering all things dear. She's slowly growing tall, While pulling herself up.

It's a shaky smile Before she sets it right. She loves them still. That's never changed, And she knows it never will. But this is something new. It's something raw.

The mask of perfection and composure always hides a soul more beautiful.

Alcohol not just brought down his inhibitions but awakened a monster he didn't know existed.

You write about things you see or stories you hear. But you write what you feel about it - there's a bit of the author in every story.

A couple sleepless nights and I really began to miss sleep.. Enough to personify it.. ;)

This one is inspired by Kapil Sibal ’s poem 'Aankh khuli azad thi main'.

The prompt was ‘Magic’ and the only thought in my head was: 'Hope is magic'. And that thought became a 'little' different... :)

She grew up not knowing why people treated her the way they did. And, later when she learnt where her father was and why, it all made sense. But, is all that she heard true?

The serene blue sky with a sprinkle of clouds and the light brown ground with a rare splash of green, was all I could see standing in the middle of nowhere

Music has been a huge part of my life. It has brought smile to my lips and tears to my eyes. It has stayed by my side when I was sad and brought me company when I wanted to share.

The face that looks back at him from the water reminds him of who he is, where he is going, why he is who he is. And also, to whom he owes everything.

The title says it all. It didn’t take a lot of imagination. Just put a few thoughts and experiences of someone who is not new to the feeling into words.

What is it about grandparents that make them perfect role models, best story tellers and ever-present mentors?

Will walking away ever help keep a smile on a face that you taught to smile?

As long as there is enough love in the world, does it really matter ...

“Mother, was it a dream? The world not falling apart at the seams?”