Her favourite one came in a stunning bottle tied at the neck with a silver ribbon. The liquid shone brightly inside as the colour of ...
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As far back as I can remember, I've always had this desire to spend my birthday in a new place... waking up to new sights, sounds, t...
I can't remember the last time I felt this way... Weightless, uncomplicated, ridiculously hopeful, and so much myself. All it takes is ...
I remember a breakfast table from long ago. There were two mugs of coffee—one green and the other blue; two plates with eggs done sunny-sid...
You know that thing that makes you feel incomplete and uneasy and unwhole? The one that turns the entire world into an insipid rabbit ste...
She remembers the exact moment when she realised she had grown up. It wasn't the day her marriage had crumbled to dust. Or the time ...
Don't forget to smile. No one else does it like you. Smile like you can light up a room or the entire universe with just one flash of y...
I inched towards the door of the train just before my stop. I looked out and then up. It was 8:38 pm and the sky looked like it bel...
It never ends. It just changes shape and design, and sometimes, colour too. It catches you off guard with its varying textures and thread...
I've reached the end of romance. Its tender undertones and subtle seduction now seem to dry up quicker than the rain than sprays off my...
The guy you had a massive crush on 10 years ago is now officially a senior citizen. The nicknames that your no-longer lover used for you 17...
Image credit: Vitaliy Denega via Bored Panda I chanced upon this image while going through my Instagram feed this morning and was...
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