The Living Ghosts
Onto the wave crashing sand, souls on parade. Neil was humming rather loudly, his voice floating and drowning rhythmically with the gorgeous sound of the sea. A pleasant evening indeed!...
A Walk Through The City of Joy
The loud yet shrill screams of the cuckoo bird woke Shanaya up. Staring bleary eyed at her bedside clock, she noticed it was 6:05. “Ah, no point of uselessly lying...
Single Lady and Her Urban Problems
It is 6 o’ clock in the morning. Kuppy is sleeping. Wake up you lazy girl. No, that wasn’t 6; it was written 8 o’clock. And the name was nowhere...