Share – Care

Mumble was she doing, and he kept on listening, they two had their space, yet in vigilance. She kept her head on his shoulder, he cris-crossed  his fingers on her curls. She shared her entire day with him, he kept on humming in his tone. She said am tired, I need to sleep, he openedContinue reading “Share – Care”

Down the memory lane..

Down the memory lane. By Shruti Abhishek Shetty Ice-cold raindrops fell on her back, as she ran bare handed towards a shelter. She sneak-peeked through a gap, between the edge and the door.   It was all bright inside and nothing, but few webs and dried leaves scattered. Rain water gushed between her feet, sheContinue reading “Down the memory lane..”


I give my heart, to your piece of art. I love the way you talk, with your eye you draw even without a chalk. I give my heart, for genuinely you are very smart. You make me smile, even when am angry at you; in just a while. I give my heart, you are aContinue reading “I GIVE MY HEART”

In My Wishlist

I have read many books, mostly of love and hooks, don’t know but somehow, while reading I know what will happen now. Writing is my muse, it’s only thing where am not confuse, what to and what not to choose, it’s something I don’t wanna loose. Wish is to write something phenomenal, those goosebumps shouldContinue reading “In My Wishlist”

Everytime she is “SHE”

She everytime cleared her throat, to say something she never approved. But everytime she gulped her thoughts, thinking why to face the awkwardness that lay ahead. Sometimes she thought of the age and sometimes the relation. Always she had an approach where denial was not an option for the other party.   She was blessedContinue reading “Everytime she is “SHE””

From my father’s desk.

A word of praise from your father can make your day. And here goes chain of sentences, which has actually made my life 😉 Gene of a writer was a birthday gift given to be by my father. Obviously his traits will be proud 😉 Links are provided below for those who wish toContinue reading “From my father’s desk.”