Summer Showers
Summer showers bring breezes cool, Blue canopy above turns grey and white , Dripping raindrops give verdure woods resplendent sheen, A fresh carpet adorns the
a coven of creative characters
Summer showers bring breezes cool, Blue canopy above turns grey and white , Dripping raindrops give verdure woods resplendent sheen, A fresh carpet adorns the
Eighty-year-old Rose woke up with a heavy heart. Despite the bright sunny day outside, her mood was dark and somber. She had no desire to
Its frenzied journey commenced when it left its home, the snow-fed rugged mountains, flowing down the serene pine-clad hills. The river rejoiced, gurgled, and sang
“This is Shiso. You see the sprouts in the sapling? These can be used as garnish, along with the leaves. The flower buds, when pickled,
Arjun could smell the fumes from the turning point of the lane, even though the house was situated almost at the end. The top floor
Blooms seen along the countryside, Brighten spirits with multi-coloured hues, Spray intoxicating scent on the passers-by, Peep into streams like a shy bride. Bride who
The Haunted Office is a quick read, so do check it out and give it a read. When I won this book at a writing event on Penmancy, the title and cover made me look forward to reading it. Now that I read, I will recommend it to all horror story fans and to all the readers who wants to discover the thrill that lies within this book.
Dear Augustus is a story of romance, friendship and heart-breaks. Good friends, college life crush, a sudden meet with prince charming, prom nights, coffee dates, emotional setbacks and happy moments…all found place in this story.
Life is sometimes a bit crazy Sometimes or every time is what I ask? Whether I accept it or I do not want it, Life
Sandeep belonged to a middle-class family. His world went topsy-turvy when he lost his parents at a young age. While growing up, many trying circumstances
Alluring sky and its ever, Changing colours never fail to enthral. There’s a sense of purity and serenity, Each time I truly surrender. Surrender to
Rusted folklore snickers softly Edged delicately the carvings shimmer, Standing tall in a spooky abandoned castle, My reflection smiles wickedly. Wickedly the outcries unfold, I hoot
You, spirit, chaos, ways, esprit. Esprit’s severe, thick ends, clutter & fervor. Fervor, turmoil, life-changing, beautiful flexure Flexure, change, in chaos, cher You. Word Meanings:
I wake up to crackling flames and the acrid smell of smoke. Blinking my eyes open, I find myself surrounded by an otherworldly blaze, the
The wood crackled and hissed as the flames hungrily consumed the wood the sages kept feeding. Black smoke reached the tops of the trees, obscuring
Fragrance from roses seems to wane, My melancholic monologues are meek, Myriad melodies in monochrome tones mourn, My dreams with you have drowned in vain.
Why o why does the room feel cold? Is it the wind or ‘cause my heart’s forlorn! Writhing in sorrow deep, I toss and turn
The wood logs in the embers crackled and dulled, signalling that the blaze was dying out. The crisp mountain air made Yashodhara wrap the blanket
The book fills the reader with the sense of healing and knowledge that someone millennia’s back suffered fate similar to us. The ordinary retelling of the epic without the heroic deeds and highlighting the unsung heroines of the epic is the work of a mastermind. I loved the book and always keep coming back to it, as Urmila has the faith and trust of all around her and the fulfilment the book gives to the heart is incredible.