I was just going through my notes on my phone, where I jot random things down every now and then. I came across something I had put down...

I wrote this first paragraph a while ago. It was at a time when conversations with friends, the words of books gifted by friends, and...

Would it be weird to describe myself, to myself, as somewhat like one of my favourite desserts, crème brûlée. A good crème brûlée. A...

Now it’s all gone – a mere figment of imagination, memory. A still evoking a storm, raindrops blurring phenomenon. Beating for less, a...