His story

I have not seen a more simple Diwali celebration than this. Two rows of diyas, three each in a row,...

A dim glow of candlelight lies wavering at your window, whose flame barely breathes a whiff of air to retain...

From being scared to speaking in front of even a small group of people so I could start my business,...

In the cool of the evening, tears falling from her eye, a repertoire of memories, she has gathered through the...

Fallen angels; minuscule pinpoints of light, shining dim, shining bright, their light permeating the through the night, a darkened sky,...

All of which your eyes have taken in, do you feel deceived realizing the fakery, all is not as it...

The name bespeaks of her; one who perhaps once existed, if describing a particular proper noun, whose eyes were the...

she was prone to wither, referring to her porcelain appearance, frail, fair-skinned, and fragile; always I grew fearful she, one...

Whispers a wind, your voice within... To have kept this remembrance of you. One I have conjured within the middle...