lifestrialsandsuccesses

                                                   The hunt was on! It had been days… no weeks… probably decades… okay, definitely a century or two! The

                                                In high spirits! Over two years! Yet there was nothing. Feeling low had slowly crept in, God knows when

The hustle and bustle of the city had started again. The cars roared, the buses zoomed, and the two wheelers

The big doleful eyes were filled with fear. As it watched the tongues lapping up hungrily, every scrap, every morsel.

He peered through the binoculars. These were special night vision devices, state of the art ones. Crouched atop the urban

Mithila was excited. She had pulled out her best linen and decorated the house with all her beautiful possessions, as

 Home! She reached late at night. Her shoulders drooping under the heavy weight she bore. A bag full of books,

I was at my wits end. My editor had been after my life to submit a thrilling story, but my

                                                                                She came everyday as the sun set. The cool sea breeze, the brilliant hues of scarlet, orange, and lilac