Alia sat there, on the floor, for a long time. She couldn’t really remember how long. Hugging her knees tightly to her body, her head
Author: Sharanya Misra
A software professional by day and a passionate writer by night. Sharanya loves to write on books, food, travel, feminism and life. She shares her thoughts on sites such as Women's Web, Momspresso and her personal blog www.la-dolce-vita.co.in
My Soul Companion
Sitting on the beach by the deep blue sea Into the gleaming, orange horizon we see The blue of the water, the white of the
Brilliant Sun!
Every day at the crack of dawn, Half the world I smile upon. Glittery, glorious and oh so bright, Here I come to start your
Darkness in the Den
Anand stood before the empty canvas mounted on his easel. White. Plain white. He stared at it, his brush in his hand, the palette next