In the open sky

The thin man had his heart chained to his rusty bicycle. The squealing bell, rubber handles, plastic paddles, leather seat, all of them absorbed his presence like oxygen. As if it were an animal and he were a tree, both needing each other to live.

“Hey girl, do you know why we're a rice based country?” I ask, retaining the smug face like it's the first time I'm asking.“Do I know you?” Tasnim replies, as usual.“Because every restaurant here has 15 percent VAT included.”

Close to the tea of life, the steam is most visible.

Not everyone deserves to know

Your calls have become redundant now.

While getting out of the house at 7.39 am every day, thoughts of moving to a faraway land ran through her mind. Winnie, as everyone called her, was already tired of her life. The atrocity of college did not seem to end.

Susanna was running towards home as the sky gaped and water plunged down, bending the teaks, wetting the grass, sprouting tea puddles on the rough roads, feeding the lakes, and driving the cows into their barns. It had been six months since it rained after

Why? Because I never rode shotgun on public transport before. But what did I get?

“I've been thinking about you lately,” Phoebe said almost absentmindedly gazing outside. The first snow of the year had just started to fall and she loved watching the greys of the cobbled streets turn into white.

The night draws in,

The sky is looking different today

From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It's 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best.

An empty canvas is a horrible thing,

High up at the edge of a building, there stood a raindrop. He was ten feet above the earthy surface, landing upon which would inevitably cause his demise.

One, nine, seven, three

What are you supposed to feel when you're holding a heart in your hands?

Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound.

Heroes, my fathers.

With frayed edges And dented spines