Dear Stranger: 15 things I love about you

Lately, you’ve been on my mind day and night, every waking hour and every sleeping moment too. I think it happened. It finally happened. And I am sorry. I apologise. There are too many reasons for me to… Read More

Showered with sadness

One moment, I was happily dancing in the rain, The next I was crying, cowering in my shower’s corner. The manic moments got fewer while the depressive episodes grew longer every time. Rationally, I knew that it was… Read More

Dear Stranger

I had almost 500 words written for you before I deleted it all again. I am projecting what I think you need or want and don’t allow you any space to be more than what I know. I… Read More

Giuseppe’s Will 4: you’re behind the wheel

Lily scratched her chin with the gun in her hand. She had to come up with a way to get in touch with Giuseppe. And she had to get a nice little ransom for Nico. But how? Lily… Read More

Giuseppe’s Will 3: Henry, the brave

Nico drank a sip of his coffee, but it tasted bitter. He took a bite out of his toast, but that too felt like ashes in his mouth. How was he supposed to tell Lily that he was… Read More

Giuseppe’s will 2: a way out?

Nico sat against the far wall, hugging his knees and keeping an eye on the woman in his bed. It wasn’t her beauty that held him captive; it was the gun in her hand that kept him submissive… Read More

Giuseppe’s will 1: Lily’s escape

A bullet whistled past her ear as she ran for shelter. Lily dug her head in, exhaling a deep breath. This one had been too close for comfort. She turned, took aim, and pulled the trigger of the… Read More

Part 1/24 (355w)

A bullet wheezed past her ear; she could feel it graze her hair. She turned, took aim, and pulled the trigger of the gun in her hand. Her shot missed, and she ran faster. She heard the steps… Read More

Throwback (April 24, 2016)

Sunday night. The weekend was uneventful, and I am watching reruns of the Gilmore Girls. Half a bag of chips is gone. Half a bottle of wine makes me feel comfortable and warm. There’s a knock at the… Read More

The first letter to Mr. Handsome

This is the first letter I am sending to you. Hopefully, it will not be the last bubbly and rambling letter that is coming your way. I was floating on a cloud of me and you for most… Read More

Eyes closed, fantasy on

I was sprawled in a t-shirt and panties on the couch when you came in. My day had been long, and all I wanted was some time without responsibilities or demands. Mind off. I smelled the smoke, alcohol,… Read More

Dear stranger…

Holy fucking hell; I miss you more than I ever knew. I saw someone crossing the street today; he looked like you: the same curls, the same pale skin, the same walk, the same posture. My heart went… Read More