The railway station was almost forgotten—by the trains, by time, by the world. The tiles were cracked like old skin, the signs faded to near whispers of color, and the air tasted of rust and dampness. Weeds rose defiantly through the tracks, stubborn and alive in a place long left behind. Morning light spilled acrossContinue reading “The Waiting Room”
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Sunday Mornings & Green Tea
“How the hell can you spoil the taste of those heavenly biscuits with that warm lemon water?” she’d demand, hands on her hips, eyes gleaming with mock indignation. Sunday mornings used to be their ritual. The scent of freshly brewed green tea mingled with the warmth of oat cookies, and Dean Martin crooning softly on theContinue reading “Sunday Mornings & Green Tea”
A Fragrance of September
The café still smelt the same as always. Coffee beans, warm bread, and a faint trace of vanilla from the pastries in the display case. He sat by the window, just as he used to, stirring his espresso absentmindedly, his eyes drawn to the empty chair across from him. It had been years, yet someContinue reading “A Fragrance of September”
Threads
Amrita and Kabir had once been everything to each other. They met in college, their connection immediate and effortless, built on shared laughter, whispered dreams, and stolen moments beneath the stars. Their love had been fierce and boundless, a constant they thought would never change. But life has a way of pulling even the closestContinue reading “Threads”
The Homing Bird
“How can I tell her”, he almost cried out, the pain and hurt, clearly evident in his voice. “Its just not possible for me to do this to her.” “Then let me know where I stand wont you”, she replied, her voice too mirroring her emotions. “The stakes are high for me too you know”,Continue reading “The Homing Bird”
The Song
Well I know it’s kind of late I hope I didn’t wake you But what I got to say can’t wait I know you’d understand Every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I’ll have to say I love you in a song Jim Croce, I’ll Have to SayContinue reading “The Song”
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