The Fugitive(s)

Running through the memory lane, They found the forbidden pictures of one another, Along the alleyway, Enjoying a beautiful slice of Neapolitan pizza, They discovered their true self, It wasn't a fancy restaurant, Neither was it some cliche destination, Away from the hush at Eatery, Miles away from the upbeat music, honks, and busy little... Continue Reading →

Croissant – How I Bought Her a Lipstick

"No, walking is not better than long rides. I hate to walk" She said. "And at your pace, walking feels like running, Please, I hate it" She added. "I'm glad to be the reason for you to get a new pair of footwear in that case" He replied with a wink. "That was certainly the... Continue Reading →

Ankahi

Her dad showed her a match on matrimony saying that they may receive a call, as the guy viewed their contact number. He looks familiar, she thought. She recollected that she did not pay heed to his profile on matrimony 5 months ago when her mom showed her. అతను సేల్స్‌ఫోర్స్‌లో పనిచేస్తున్నాడా?  [Does he work for... Continue Reading →

A Little Did I Die

A little did I die during that perfect Evening, Beautiful one, Being captured in every single lens present in the cloud, And there they were, Covering every inch of the square tiles, Carrying one another's heart, It was as beautiful as an orange sunset during a winter, The respect between them, Happiness, Everything was quite... Continue Reading →

Two Hearts on a Cold Street

A beautiful melancholy, A composition that was brand new, Never heard, Never seen before, A first-hand experience, The way they coupled their hands together, Forming a perfect grip, A grip that would never loosen, The way their eyes met, followed by their souls, It was different, A bit unique, They weren't searching for a destination,... Continue Reading →

The Final Transaction

It was a pleasant evening in Paris, a little drizzle and the pathway lit-up with beautiful street lamps which resonated with the 19th century. Beautiful dim street lights with yellowish blaze lit-up the streets with the smell of beautiful roses. Fresh and alive as the people who resided there. Everyone knew the source of the... Continue Reading →

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