Fiction. Stories.

Friendship and Circle, both have no end.


Fighting Off the Demons

I could feel the excitement. I could hear cheerful yays and fearful ahs. As the time lapsed, the butterflies in my stomach kicked in. One moment, it felt like I am at the top of the world. In another, I could almost touch the ground if I allow my legs to stretch by inches. The pendulum ride turned out to be lot more fun than anticipated by our group. How did I get here on the ride is more of a blur. I don’t know what led me here, I just know that this is fun and I should go out more to enjoy. I saw my colleagues sitting across me in a small open cuboid form trolley. A little girl, definitely afraid of heights and possibly death, clutched her fingers to the vertical bar supporting the cuboid to the pulley.

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The post is a sequel to Thoughts


The wet eyes kept on watching the sand and seeing it slipping by,

Smoothly being mixed with its kind when  her emotions had been in turmoil,

The perfect picture was thrown off the wall,

From the memory there was no way to make it recoil.

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The Other Side

She read innumerable versions..
Versions where girl was described as the dream girl..
For once she thought why it’s not the other way round?
Why not to compare a guy with the glowing pearl.. Continue reading “The Other Side”



The rose in her hand became part of her attire ..
The smile on her face became part of her makeup..
Minutes, hours, Days, weeks, months went by..
Her thoughts stopped the time and seized the moment.. Continue reading “Thoughts”

Mr. Demon

“Who are you? The one in hiding”

The shadow, growling, came out in the light.
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Hither and Tither

Staying up late, brewing a cup of coffee..

Staying up late, starting at blank space in the balcony..

Staying up late, watching the life going by..

Staying up late, one moment after another in the bay..

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Silent Dream

‘I never thought I’d be writing something’, he glanced at the screen and pressed the ‘delete’ button. ‘Penning down a story or an incident isn’t’, he hit the ‘delete’ button again. Pressing his chin with the fingers, he adjusted his spectacles and gave a slight cough. A nice opening. ‘No wonder, the sales of journals is still rising.’ What? Who reads the statistics. His mind replied back. A nice opening. He repeated the words, secretly pinning his hope on the thought that it might help him to think something different. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, crossed his hands over the table and let his mind to travel somewhere.

Arash Singhal”

The moment he heard his full name from the other side of the phone, he cursed himself for being late, again. Punctuality was one of the words he was completely unknown to.

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Isolated in Social, Social in Isolation

When I see up, I see clouds shifting.
When I see down, I see cars racing.
When I look back, I see pictures moving.
When I look ahead, I see future running.

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