Category: FICTION

 There is a quiet hunger many of us carry.It does not growl like the stomach or ache like the bones. It waits. It watches. It

These crumbling feelings inside-Like a long-standing tower coming crashing down.All these praises that I fed your pride;Just to jested with, and be called a clown.

For those unfamiliar with these words, they belong to Khalil Gibran, a poet, painter, philosopher, and one of the brightest voices from the Arab world.

Every day is a new day Full of its own joys and sorrows. You can’t just simply push them away, You can’t just feel so

In a quiet village of Rajasthan, with no facilities and no proper education, lived a 10-year-old girl named Chandni. Her father used to work at