The story of a photographer, who takes poetic images, going a little too far in the process to symbolize truth of human desire.
The sun had brought morning along, and had left at it's usual time. Not a single soul had seen it while it stayed. The thick veil of black, weeping clouds had kept the shine locked away from the earth. Heaven only knew how long this gloom were to last. The breeze swaying the leaves was …
A Hazy BodyUnder the dim street lamp,Comfortably forgotten,Drowned away to abyss—In soothing chatter, gossip,The collective humming,And the nimble strumming,Of the faithful stringsTeased by the agile bow. But it still aches.The Heart still craves.
"What are you feeling now?" Soham rephrased the question for the tenth time in a span of the last fifteen minutes. And just like every other time, the face in front of him stayed mute, unmoved, uninterested in any question Soham had. The guy stared directly at Soham, his dark brown eyes glittering with a …
I want to leave at times. . . . .CLICK IMAGE TO FIND OUT WHY?
Not every tale is a best seller, not every best seller is a classic, and we all know perfectly well that there are millions of stories out there that never reached "the End."
A Little Extract from the upcoming story.
This time, all I have is that IDEA! And I need some pep-talk to keep it going!!!
Coming back to the daily life, and finding a great hobby. A Last message to the dear soul. LAST PART OF THE SIX PART SERIES.
This is the 5th part in a Six Part Series. I suggest reading the previous parts for a clearer picture. All Chapters can be found in order here. [Part 5 | 1224 Words | 6 Minutes (approx.)] Soham looked at the crawling traffic from the hotel window. ‘Who would believe it's eight in the morning.’ …