Candy House

I make myself a candy house everyday, with new flavours – raspberry, bubblegum, orange, guava, cherry; with new tweaks – a cotton candy bed or a swirling table with a chocolate seat at the... Read More

Drinking

I swear I will never drink again. Not even a swig. Ever. Even if I’m in a bar and under the expectant looks of my friends The waiter asks, ‘And for you, ma’am’, I will make a solemn face, and... Read More

The Boat

Thud. They laid the first plank. They knew they had to be patient After all, theirs was a thorough plan. Two girls they were. Two islands they belonged to. Two different islands connected by a string ... Read More

Scarred

She did just one mistake once, took a little misstep, let lose a few unnecessary words, But they were necessary, and the step wasn’t a miss, and she would never call it a mistake. Rather, the... Read More