Stories

“I’m glad to meet you,”I said.Like a line rehearsed.Like a coat worn for warmth, not for meaning. The words had no weight.No welcome.Just syllables sent to survive small talk. But what does glad even meanif it doesn’t reach the eyes?if it doesn’t soften the shoulders?if it doesn’t stay once the silence comes? Maybe it’s not a lie.Just a language we’ve outgrown.A hand-me-down greetingwe never stopped to question. Somewhere,“I’m glad to meet you”meant something.A spark,a stir,a soft landing. But today,we throw it aroundlike spare changeat strangers. Glad.To meet.You. Who is glad?Who Read more…

I was a storm trapped in a bottle,spinning against the glass,a prisoner to empty promises,which folded into silence,to intentions whispered,which then left to die. I stayed,through cold conversations,and half-hearted smiles,through questions unanswered,and nights where hopewas nothing but a shadowpretending to be light. I stayed,a hopeless dreamer,chasing echoes,mistaking borrowed wordsfor borrowed love. But illusions crack,and curtains fall on dreams.while intentions are echoes,and echoes fade quick. For a person is known,not by their intentions,but by their actions,which carry consequences. I gave timeto a bond that was glass—fragile, empty, see-through.I let it cut Read more…

Collab with Shruti.✨ Once upon a time,we were children with stars in our eyes,dreams so bright, they lit up the skies. We made plans on paper—promises bold,vowed to hold on,to never let go of what was told. But life moved fast,like rivers that flow,taking us to places—worlds we didn’t know. We held tight to dreams,though the paths weren’t clear,some we outgrew, some disappeared. The child within us watched,quiet and keen,reviewing our dreams, wondering where they’d been. A reflection of us from our past,the child is like those sunflowers—kept at home, Read more…

Dedicated to all aspirant students chasing their dreams. You feel alone sometimes. Everyone shines, their lives full of joys, But you? Your voice fades in their noise, In a world too loud for your thoughts, क्या तुम्हारी हर बात रह जायेगी बेमानी? You feel alone sometimes.“Work hard now, enjoy later,” they say, But who knows if you’ll live to see tomorrow?क्या भरोसा है जिंदगी का?Shouldn’t we live, not just survive? You feel alone sometimes. Everyone has their group, their space, But you? You never quite find your place.You wonder, “Won’t I ever fit in?” क्या तुम्हारे सपने कोई Read more…

This is my first attempt at writing fictional poetry.A poem about a guy’s emotions before his arranged marriage.(post-engagement and prior wedding). In a dance of tender hearts,so young, so frail.one loves deeply,the other’s love still to unveil. His heart,a vibrant tapestry,woven with love and loyalty. Her heart,seeking to date and go with the flow,no bonds to bind, no roots to sow. He threads her in a golden line,hoping their futures will entwine.But her threads, a tangled skein,not much affection held within. Those empty texts, a hollow ring,does her heart ever Read more…