< 1 min read A face.It’s dark.Can’t see it properly.Maybe it is my Mother keeping an eye on me,Hoping that I would make her proud someday.Caring in the most selfless way.I have to be the stone she can cling to in heavy rain. A voice.It’s noisy.Can’t hear it properly.Maybe it is my Father calling out to me,Hoping that I … Read moreArcane Gestures
3 min read They often attacked nearby villages of other tribes, chopping off heads of opposing warriors and bringing them home as trophies to hang in the Morong(a communal house). With the exception of these displays of violent behavior, the tribe members always used to and still, to this day, respect their traditions and other cultural practices, even though headhunting has ceased to be a part of the Konyak lifestyle.
2 min read In the pitfalls and ups of life and relations I have seen friends try to run for greatnessAnd fall in the pits of hypocrisy. … Read moreFall
17 min read Her slender body moved with the rhythm. Her hair was long till her waist, a black veil that one could see at the exaggerated shampoo ads. Her black jeans further diminished her limbs to a woody menagerie. Her waist had suffered a massive change, anyone could have easily mistaken her for a woman.
5 min read The quaint little bookstore stood at the farthest corner of the road. The sunlight quite didn’t reach it and the smell of damp moss permeated the air. The little abbreviations on the door once golden were now rusty. The door seemed old and creaky and the dust settles on it almost as thickly as snow. … Read moreOutside The Book Closet