One Less Lonely Night

"Bhaiyya, OTP is 5567," She said while jumping in her Share cab, The driver acknowledged her OTP and told her that there's one more person to pick up from the same location as hers and he would be 5 minutes late, To which she sighed, "It's 5568" He exclaimed while jumping in the car resulting... Continue Reading →

The 3 A.M Coffee

He used to wake up early at 3 a.m for jogging whereas it was the time she used to return from her night shift, tired and exhausted she used to go for a coffee near her PG hostel. And as always she used to order an "Espresso" and would hold the stirrer for hours just... Continue Reading →

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