It was Friday, the 13th.

And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.

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The 3 Ws and dreams

Yesterday at the lecture, I and my batchmates were asked an ample lot of these questions by sir and damn! the silence and the vagueness of the answers he received. We all were lost. That little interaction taught me why it is necessary to ask these questions to ourselves every day – it gives us directions.

Happy 10th of February?

Dear fellow potato, I hope you are feeling home sick. I hope you are missing me. I hope you are trying to picture me in front of you with blue balloons in one hand and a birthday card which actually reads “you smell like shit” in the other hand. I hope you know that I’m…

Your Motel

The only customer who stays here is you, dear customer.

Human Journal

My journal is my life. Every page of the journal I fill with color or ink describes me, my life, my messed up head. Every pattern or every sketch drawn in that journal portray my experiences throughout. It is that one thing apart from a novel that I carry with me always, with a black…

A losthead with an alpha

Long, skinny losthead wakes up, rubs his eyes, freshens up, wears his beanie, puts on his frames, picks up his alpha and now he is ready to roll the city. Verbally silent, while his head is working its way through… creating extraordinary out of the ordinary with the help of his Alpha. “I am not…