There is a song in my heart. A song of you, me – ‘us’, A song of how we began, A song of how we may end. A song of our woes, our pains, A song of our happiness, lost and regained. A song of our menial fights, A song of our daily delights.…
They thumped their shot glasses together on the table and instantly started giggling like high-schoolers. There was a variety of things on the table, but most of it consisted of emptied bottles of liquor. One such bottle lay between them. In between giggles, he said to her, “Okay your turn now!” She feigned a bored…
I like you, I know you like me. Then why are there, These silences in between? Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Credits: photosphereblog. com
Not everyone’s good at love
Crash!!! “What the… “, he looked back to the source of the sound, only to find a broken aquarium on the floor. His first thought was, ‘Thank god there were no fish in it’. The crash had sent nearly the whole pet shop into a shrieking frenzy. He sushhed all the poor, frightened animals assiduously.…
Aaaah sweet love… And the loner friends who help others in love. Ouch! Love hurts Copyright ©2017 by Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Picture Credits: pinterest.com
The Pied Writer It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding…
