The Shushed Talks

Pornography is not an embodiment of freedom of speech and freedom of occupation and acclaimed widely. Even if it is what it claims, it is very restricted and more widely it is twisted and loopholed throughout. Read more...

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The Fate of the Shooting Stars

Imagine if every star in the night sky loved one at the far end of the horizon. Imagine if the two lovers spent a lifetime craving for each other and as the final days of one approach, it shoots out its soul. The soul wanders in the night sky and ultimately touches its beloved at... Continue Reading →

44 Days Of Hell- Murder Of Junko Furuta

For every Junko who ever was born..... Junko Furuta was a 16 year old Japanese girl who underwent 44 days of rape and torture before dying in the hands of her captors on November 22, 1989. Known throughout Japan as concrete-encased high school girl, the case of Junko Furuta drew nationwide attention owing to sheer... Continue Reading →

Pain is an old friend!

“Emotions are no advantage! Everyone you love either dies or leaves! Emotions are just a survival strategy for animals and the beings that are more animal (humans!). They are nothing more than curtains behind which you can momentarily hide or a plan for parasitic or symbiotic living or a strategy to have sex; for pleasure or to avoid extinction; a fact that no one acknowledges!” 

The Wings of Heaven… 

Long time back, I was wandering in the gardens of heaven. I was flying, dancing ecstatically into the eternity of happiness. But with time it clichéd and became monotonous. I went to the lord and asked him to spice up my stale life. He, with a smile, pulled out his sword and chopping my wings... Continue Reading →

The pages of the lost Volume! 

Somewhere in Himalayas:  “The prophecy says he should have taken birth!” said one of the men. There were around six of them. Strikingly similar; long orange robe, bald headed and reflection of peace and knowledge on their faces. All of them had their eyes closed for some apparently inexplicable reasons but they seemed totally comfortable... Continue Reading →

She was different! 

She wanted to read me. She always demanded me to write a story. She was intrigued by the elemental constituents of fables.  “History is short-lived and delusionary. Fables are the essence of humanity, living to the eternity,” she would argue. She believed that everyone and everything has a story and all of them, without exception,... Continue Reading →

In the cold room

Dear Prashant<justwriteprashant.09@gmail.com>, I’m writing to you again. It may be a bit impulsive to mail you but if you are reading this… The floor, yes! I’m sitting on the floor. The room is cold. The lights are switched off. The speakers are singing beautiful melancholic lyrics interweaved with the sound of a sad mouthorgan. It’s... Continue Reading →

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