You are..

You are your fears, your thoughts,

That quickened heartbeat when you are about to jump into the unknown.

You are things that make you happy,

Rains, buttered corn, winter nights, swings and bike rides on winding mountain roads.

You are the people you have in your life,

A mixed concoction, some with hearts of gold, others, I won’t tell you about.

You are your dreams, nightmares as well,

Decode them and you’ll find what warms your heart, makes your soul dance,

Or what switches off that light in your heart, cold feet, and sweaty palms.

You are your words, ones you read and the few you write,

Stories that you borrow, steal, and weave into a quilt,

To keep you warm as memories on cold evenings.

And this is a tiny dedication to one of the many beautiful voices here, Zeeshan. There are days that you read words that make you go hmm, make you wonder, ponder. All the same 26 alphabets but one swish of the magic wand or in this case, fingers on a keyboard and you have a piece of someone else’s soul, a peek through the tiny creak into the windows of their souls.

Short Stories – 2





Ever since writing short stories for the first time , I decided to have another go at it, turns out that big paras are easy, anyday. Big sentences or paras help jotting down your thoughts in a flow, they like to take their time with explaining things, letting you get in the flow with the mood of the story but making short stories is a pain. It is impatient, doesn’t give you room for words, and nags you to use the right words to bring about your story, what YOU wanted the reader to experience.

This is another novice attempt at writing short stories and I would love some feedback and constructive criticism on the same. 🙂