Fragments and Illustrations

Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe … More

Treasures, Wings and the Moon

Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing … More

Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening … More

dark tan… jumping a branch that shouldn’t’ve been down here… tapping fingers, fingers tap dancing upon smooth ceder wood surfaces, … More

I think I dropped my phone in your pocket, I can’t find it in either of mine but you have … More

What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see … More

“…feels like I am frozen”, said an angsty writer to a hypothetical group of people he had been imagining for … More

I feel ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest. Buried under the crushing weight of my wounded horse, I … More

…at your service, your Majesty. A million smiles to your one. Actually, the millions have forgotten all reasons to smile. … More

A glance so glancy that her eyes bleakly resembled the dusk in those heavy brief moments when it was directed … More