That Thing Called Hope

It was one of those winter days when sun is blindingly bright and the air has that crisp quality to it signifying change of yet another season. I was back home early from the school and my fifteen year old self was locked out of the house. My restless self couldn't sit on the porch [...]

Sunbeam

Some days are grey. They are stifling and bland. Monotony choking you with anxiety and despair. Everything is bleak and suffocating. Your pensive mind is either stuck in past fretting over pointless regrets or trying to catch hold of the intangible threads of future. While the present is slipping through your fingers like fine grain [...]