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I am a Haunted House

Please do me a favour, pack your bags and visit me here, I am still here where I was left among the dead, a house that is very much alive.
I’ll let you be the judge of my haunted walls. Come, it’s not everyday you get an invite from a haunted house.
I ache for a human soul.

How not to fuck up your college years | Everything you need to know about surviving college

I fucked it up but not as badly as there was point of no return, but enough to know how not to fuck it up.

Teesta – Rangeet | A Folklore

This folk story might be different than the one you have heard/read. It is a mere collection of all the folk stories about the two river spirts: Rongeet and Rongnyu.

A Rather Ordinary Way of Life

“In a country that was of the people, for the people and by the people his selfishness had blinded him. It had always been at the back of his mind, the guilt of corruption always floating there but he hadn’t given it a greater thought.”

Outside The Book Closet

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

What then is Life if not Love?

Love is not the great romance we have been exposed to since forever, nothing extravagant, nothing apparently large. Love is simple, it is in the intricacies of life, the little things we do to save ourselves, the things we do to give our perception a direction, the things we do to give this valueless life some moments of fulfillment, some moments of living.