Scribbles and tales
It’s been a hundred years since those 10 horrific minutes that marked a turning point in the Indian independence struggle. The Jalianwala Bagh massacre still sends shivers down the spine just by the mention and the ground stands witness to the inhuman atrocities of the British Empire till date. At Jallianwala Bagh, which is a... Continue Reading →
A reader, calmest of the calm always by the window seat leaning on it, so slouched, no charm or any kind of upbeat. That one lady who cries loudly for her father had just passed. taking aid in the one seated next to her, even though she was outclassed. Siblings, running around and about the... Continue Reading →
There was a time when he was good to me, When he treated me like a flower. The tables soon turned, all the coins flipped, His ugly side then came to power. Smiles changed to frowns, days into weeks, When I realised there was nothing left to redeem. The songs we once used to hum... Continue Reading →
Heart pounding so hard, each second making it more difficult to breathe. Lying on his deathbed he thought, "heaven above or all the way beneath?" Would it be everlasting or writhing pain? Would everything fall apart and nothing remain? His family by his side, even the ones who just visited during the holidays. How come... Continue Reading →
Crack! went the shell, A sound only few could hear. Would the hatched one dwell? Nothing but the future would bear. Not so much of a vision to see. All covered up in slime. Would something great this ever be, Worthy enough to be put in a rhyme? Slithering and sliding, Passing through the riverbank.... Continue Reading →
The left handed Fiona 