I love reading Romance. There, I said it. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Hina Tabassum Khatri (@hinalovestoread) I am not particularly well versed about how reading romance is taken the world over, but I can talk … Continue reading
It was her birthday and she was lonely. It was the first time ever that Sophia was away from her family on her special day. A day she always cherished and a day she always celebrated. She got to cross … Continue reading
It is the last day of the year and I thought I should do a wrap for the year as pertains to the books I picked up in the year and the ones I finished reading. Prior to the beginning … Continue reading
Usually words come to me when I am busy doing something else but just happen to have a pen or a pencil in my hand and a notebook in front of me. The same is true for this one that … Continue reading
This is an entry from Zoe’s private diary and thus in first person narrative. Since I was a kid, numbers fascinated me. If it would have been just numbers, there won’t have been an issue but there was something else … Continue reading
Once upon a time there was this page that sold bookmarks. I liked two bookmarks on their page and wanted to buy them. One a silver quill with some black strips attached and one this Eiffel one. The silver one … Continue reading
Boyzone has been one of my favourite bands giving me so many favourite songs. These days this song is the one I hum most of the time. Thus sharing it with you all. I don’t know, but I believe That … Continue reading
When words flow through you, you can’t help but pick up the pen. This was written last night. The light in your eyes The joy of your smile Touches depths of my soul Makes the suffering worthwhile The calm of … Continue reading
“I think he has figured out that I have feelings for him.” Zoe’s voice was weighed down by sadness. “Maybe. Or maybe not and he is genuinely stuck with something.” Rida said as she knew that Zoe still would not … Continue reading
Zoe knew it was time as soon as she found herself on her back on the rough cobblestone street, a pool of sticky wetness surrounding her. The bright rays of the sun that had once been a reason to open … Continue reading
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