He sat holding his head as clock struck two past midnight. He vaguely stared at ‘Chapter 5’ written on otherwise blank page on his laptop screen. Table lamp’s light sparkled off the edge of his specs’ silvery frame. His worn-out eyes told story of the seven straight sleepless nights. Continue reading “Sip of Love”
‘Talent lacking actions is a sword decaying in the sheath.’ She thought.
After gulping through the dinner, with programmed determination, Mishika came to her room. She gazed at her desk. With the willpower of a politician, she sat on the chair; she was resolute not to get off easily this time. Continue reading “Block Busters”