They touched. They stood by each other. Words brought them closer even with different genres. They knew that their home was temporary. An interesting looking species would come and tenderly run fingers over them. And then they were adopted. "Where did they go?" The waiting books wondered.
It wasn't like every day. She wasn't use to being surrounded by a room full of people. In fact, she abhorred the thought of it. But she saw herself dressed up and confident, walking her way up to the podium. Her anxiety had disappeared. She heard herself speaking into a mic. Then she heard applause.…Read more Dreaming Away
Numbers made her anxious. She'd never been great at math. Shapes reminded her of geometry or trigonometry or whatever that class had been called. Decades down the lifeline, she still had the same childish reactions. So that day when her editor asked her to write an article for the magazine, she grinned too widely. Then…Read more A Writer’s Life
The bookstore was her toyshop. She spent Saturdays sitting on the floor, hungrily running her hands over the spine. Mother would be busy choosing grown-up books nearby. The child wondered when she could read those too. Time flew by faster than her favourite chocolate did in her hands. Carrying a bag full of stories, she…Read more Saturdays at the Library
She sipped her coffee while her mind threatened to burst from the burden of too many thoughts. She stopped each thought with a question for herself. Was this the way the plot should proceed? Or should she just write something else for a change? The taste of coffee healed her mind immediately. She smiled. Her…Read more Writer’s Life
Sunshine made her bright. Rain drenched her happiness. But the cloudy days were special. The in-between weather brought out the best in her. Her window seat gave her a perfect view of the seemingly sleepy sky. Her eyes saw more than the grey; they saw promise and depth. They also admired the struggle of the…Read more Cloudy Days