(AUTHOR'S NOTE : CLICK HERE FOR THE NEXT STORY IN THIS ARC.) I saw her standing outside the pub. Waiting, for me. "Hey!" I waved. "I got your text!" She smiled, and without warning, punched me in the gut. "Hey! What was that for?" "For blowing me off for a month! Not picking up the … Continue reading Rick and Sasha
According to the Avengers: Endgame, changing the past doesn't alter the future. Bruce Banner says, "if you travel to the past, that past becomes your future. And your former present becomes the past. Which can’t now be changed by your new future." While it does make sense in some way, the truth is, it doesn't … Continue reading On Time Travel
We both wanted to visit Paris. It was our Fifth Anniversary. Months of planning. Preparation. And finally here we are. Its evening now, the sun is on the horizon. Social media duly updated. Obligatory selfies duly taken. Here we are, just her and me, finally together in the city of Love. As we walk, hand … Continue reading Paris
I wanted to ask her something for a long time. But the moment never came up. Today, I decided, would be the day. "How you've been?" I asked Ruchi, as I waited for her in the only hallway of our high school. Her head turned to the direction of my voice, her lips curled into … Continue reading Jack and Ruchi
I spent 3 nights in a row staring at my computer screen just thinking, "What to write?" I wrote a horror story. Left it. I wrote something about love, and what it has become now. Left it. I realised. I just couldn't fathom what to write. This would be my 4th attempt. I thought I'd … Continue reading On Quantum Mechanics
Dear Pearl,Today you realised finally that we are not what we used to be anymore. So much changed in just a couple of years. We were kids when we met first. So young, so full of life, of hope, of optimism. I was drawn to the sound of your laughter, to the your halo your … Continue reading Dear Pearl
When we first met, we were both stranger in a new city. Grieving for home. For everything, everyone left behind. But there was something in you. Your smile. Your eyes. Or maybe you reminded me too much of her. We grew closer, as if gravity pulling. I was a black hole. Unable to let go. … Continue reading Fallout
I've done a lot of this. Writing. Poems. Novels. Short stories. Stories about spies. About panthers. (no connection to T'challa). Poems are my repertoire. That's a word I learnt from Assassins Creed 3. I've done it all. Except blog. I had time in my hands and words in my head. So lets do it, I … Continue reading First
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