Hello lovely readers! You all look so wonderful at a distance. Let’s just keep it that way! Someone, very special to me, recently asked me a question that hasn’t settled in any corner of my mind. …

A coward can never be a hero. I am that coward. They carried me home upon their shoulders. If only they knew the truth. But a dead man cannot speak, and I would never reveal what really happened. Asim’s burial was quick. Nothing much was left of him. His aged…

Every wish he had ever made had come true. He could be lying, but it served him no purpose. Eleven birthdays together, eleven beautiful cakes, eleven selfish wishes. Eleven reasons for me to believe that it wouldn’t be any different the twelfth time. But something was different. He hardly resembled…

I’m a man of many mistakes. Some small, some so vile that I struggle to hide in their indecent shadows. I was born just like you. What’s that word? Yeah, innocent. I hate that word. It’s the biggest sham on this planet. A distraction from man’s basic nature. Man is…

‘I don’t know them…’ ‘Raj. Look at me. I’m Tina, your wife.’ ‘Yeah, Dad. This is Mom and I’m Monty, your son.’ ‘Raj, are you sure you don’t recognize your wife and son? No recollection?’ ‘Uhhh, I have no idea, doctor. I’ve never seen them before.’ ‘He’s lying. Raj, you’re…

She would never be the same again. — I was four when I died for the first time. The village pond had beckoned me into its brown waters, promising me a gallant win in a game of hide-and-seek. I held my breath, only a fool wouldn’t have, before slipping into a murky slumber. They found me floating like…

Ten fingers, ten toes, twenty reasons to avoid his gaze. I counted them with care, assuming he would tire and leave me to my eccentricities. But he waited, a wolfish greed gleaming in his eyes, marking its territory upon me. I was nothing yet everything, another half-pretty face cast away…

Hey there! SuperWriter is here to save you readers from some dark, dismal, and inappropriate writing. I know you’ve been suffering, and your cries for help have gone unanswered. The kingdom of readers has been under attack since the ‘dawn of writing’ cast its first light. …

An Ideal life…An Ideal partner…An Ideal child…An Ideal job… All of us have grown up in a Real world with Real people and Real emotions. Yet how many of us have been fed Ideal stories, shown Ideal scenarios, and pushed to follow an Ideal path? Many! MANY! MAAANNYY!! Ideal is really an ideal word in itself. Perfect, supreme, flawless…