She demanded… Me: What kind of story.. would you like to listen? She: Well anything nice helps.. Me: Romantic… sad… love… pain…horror.. She: More to do with contentment, peace, imagination Me: hmm…hmm… It was not her plan to visit the sea-shore at night. But she couldn’t fight with her strong urges and stepped towards the… Read More It’s 1:30 am.. tell me a story..
It was for the first time, she expressed her emotion in-front of me. Maybe this was what I wanted from the time we met. Express our emotions and trueself. Our story of getting together was not like all those romantic fairly tales, but she was the one I knew, when I first saw her. I… Read More You never asked..
Finally, the day have arrived when I thought I will get married. Here I am sitting in front of the kazi(Magistrate) and he says, so I quote ‘Abdul Gani Punjabi’ the son of ‘Nadeem Punjabi’ do you agree to accepted ‘HER’ as your wife, and be a dutiful husband till your last breath? Million of… Read More My Wedding day..
Yesterday was little different than other days. We were travelling in train and there were few tunnels on the way. The passage of time when you are in tunnel it’s all dark, Even the person sitting next to you vanishes because of the lack of light. I was talking to the lady sitting next to… Read More Horrified
It said, “I wish there was someone whom I can talk to at this hour (1 am)”.. Just a bit of courage and a single reply, “Yes.. Sometimes all we need is someone to talk to at this hour.. I wish I had someone” And then I heard her secrets, which the world is unaware… Read More In the nights I scrolled through her post..
Her breath stopped. There he was, standing in front of her, just the way she had imagined every single time she had thought of the moment they would come face to face. But she had never expected him to show up here, right in front of her university, … [ https://wp.me/p9gQIL-aM ] — QueenZombie
Who was telling the story ? And whose story was it anyway ? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. As he saw the shadow disappearing from the mirror in front of him. “You are a lair”, Clare raised her hands as one does to slap. It was their wedding night when Edward tried… Read More Is John Alive?
