In the midst of being surrounded by CIM notes, text books, a laptop and papers on my bed, I realised I needed to stretch my legs, and I did just that. I found that my mother had purchased Rs.250 worth of blue water lilies and they were just dumped into...

Part I can be found here – Tears Over Coffee. - Part II of Kinship of Spirit - Christy cried in my arms for a while, while I stroked her soft hair. My gray t-shirt, was now wet, by her salty tears. She cried, hard and then sobbed awhile telling me how...

Part I of Kinship of Spirit - The door bell rang. Miths made her way through her apartment’s living area, towards the door, and looked through the peep hole. She saw a familiar head of hair, looking downwards. The curls were slightly visible, she knew...

There’s something wonderful of having a pet. Not only are they the loyal type if you have a dog, or a cat that thinks its a dog, but they are also the lovable type (yes, the cat who think it’s a dog is the same). The dog who was Zoffy isn’t with us...

Hey Kiddo Now first of all, don’t hate me for calling you that, but from where I am standing, you are still a kid to me, but a good kid. I think you were referring to yourself as Nicky about a year ago, make sure that never resurfaces, because...