I Am Not A Writer

I never considered myself a writer. Nor do I still consider myself one. Because for me writers or any artists for that matter are someone who portrays their deepest feelings through their craft.

Homecoming

I always wanted my homecoming like the one when Naruto comes back to Konoha in Naruto Shippuden all grown up, after training with Jiraiya. But as much as I wanted it, I knew it wouldn’t be possible in my case as-

Monsoons are here in Dehradun

Monsoons have started showering their love in Dehradun and I couldn’t be happier. You see, summers drain me. How? I can’t open my eyes and even if I do, I’ve to squint them whenever I’m outdoors.

I Broke The Milk Jar

When things I loved turned against me; the home Supposed to be my refuge after a tiring day refused to let me in. I did what I could do best- I tried.to clean the mess.

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