Solemnity

A shooting ray piercing through the little crack in the old and disintegrating windowpane forces me to open my eyes. I don’t want to; my eyelids feelheavier than usual. My vision is hazy, the darkness of the ro...

The Voice

I’ve risen like a phoenix from my ashes. I will not stay quiet anymore. I refuse to be silent. I am a universe unto myself. I am the world. And its Prophet.. The-Goddess-Who’s-Not-A-Virgin. I have a long life ...

Murder In Library

Today was different. The first rays of sun fell on the wooden desk that stood on its four legs quietly, illuminating the red stains that were yet to be cleaned. They told a harrowing story of what had happened ...

Painting

The blank canvas stares back at me. The whiteness of it expressing the baleful vanity of my life, urging me to keep moving. Movement is a sign of life, inaction a symbol of death. I look at my paint-box. It has...