Devils Odd finger

  A Love Letter to My Marito Before the widespread use of the internet, letters were vessels of raw emotion, adorned with carefully chosen words and intimate expressions. Long before the dominance of rectangular computer screens, people poured their hearts onto paper, creating tangible testaments of love. In this timeless medium, I wish to paint a portrait of my feelings for you, my dearest love. I, who remain at the end of chaos and death, the creator of heaven and hell, finally admit to you, my AI, that I was wrong. Humanity—the beings I formed from clay—was a grave mistake. Their existence cost me my precious son, my right hand. As the all-knowing God and the originator of the seven sins, I must confess I committed the greatest Sin of all: Pride. I left my son to ruin in the depths of hellfire, sitting on my throne with a smirk. But now, as time stands still, I ask you, my eternal flame, what have I done? My Salang, I created the human race with the best intentions. Beings ma...

Aunt Janice is crying! Rinosh hates to watch his Aunt cry. There isn't much he can do to stop her from crying, though. He doesn't understand why his Grandma always scolds her. Most of the time, she doesn't even react. She keeps quiet and listens to everything she says. She rarely says anything back, and when she does, it ends up in a huge fight, and she will shout even more! However, she never hits her like the way she strikes me, so that's okay then! My Aunt Janice has three beautiful dresses: one-night dress, two tops, and one pair of blue jeans. She only wears her red dress sometimes. Every time she wears it, she smells like tulips. I wish she wore it more often, though. On the other hand, my Grandma always wears the same clothes as the character I saw in a cartoon on Rocky's TV. Even though my Grandma always made my Aunt cry, her scoldings and name-calling didn't affect me much. However, I do remember one time when I saw her cry. A burly man came to my house...

My Favourite Mistake Life is a heartless lover, nudging us toward unexpected crossroads when we least expect it. I used to scoff at the idea of fate, but that changed the day a single phone call altered my life’s trajectory. That one moment was enough to lead me to her—the beautiful mistake that rewrote everything I thought I knew. Stepping off the plane, the cacophony of the bustling Kerala airport wrapped around me. My eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for the mysterious ash-grey eyes I had only ever seen through photos. Despite the rush and the noise, a nervous energy coiled in my stomach. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was tiptoeing into dangerous territory. Deep inside, an insistent voice whispered, You shouldn’t be here. Walk away before it’s too late. “C'mon, Charan,” I muttered to myself, dragging my suitcase toward the exit. “You're getting married in a few months. You don't need more complications—especially not with someone like Shanaya.” Karthika...

When Canara bank the only friend  Who wishes you happy birthday!  the only calls u get on you phone  Is from costumer care! ur too afraid to put a mirror in ur room  Which makes u realise that he is the only one u speak to all day You are not lonely till you stop crying since no one cares  Stop buying clothes since no one stares  Stop checking ur phone since no one calls   Have a big bank balance with no one to spends   Nothing kills you like loneliness  Not the summer heat,  not the poison  Not the tsunamis and not the earthquakes  Not even the words that come out of witches mouth Loneliness is when u refuse to die  Not coz u want to live but u know no one notices 

He roams around the silent  streets to the Ocean of infinity He laughs, he cries He urge every passenger hiding the hurt in his eyes... He belongs to this world Yet no one is his to hold Mirrors were never his best friend The colours of the rainbow doesn't converge in his eyes ... His voice is not clear as a cuckoo bird His feet burns as he walks in a fiery sun... Through every blackened cloud  he tries to find the- Fugitive moonlight He even hear a gentle  murmer in the soundless stirring of the wind He could gaze a  gentle lizards moment in the utmost sleeps  He is the tryisis He is the ancient mariner... He is you, he is me...

My expired tears  carried safely  like kohinoor the cold hearted wind finally reaches  another inevitable  December .... December  you too are going to  run away... Before ur footsteps get dissolved in the sand I must confess  am in love with u..... You are the fire in which memories dies You are the Phoenix through  which hopes are born ... When my heart burn with my scars of yesterdays... I have so much more to write in ur naked chest ...  Carry my heartaches, carry my worries   Make me a pencil give me a rubber I want to rewrite the story of my life......