“Monsoons are beautiful here, don't you think? Turning the city to poetry, to little sonnets,” Sreenanda smiled, sipping onto the warmest cup of tea after the rain had stopped.
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It was New year's eve. A time for new beginnings, resolutions and all of that redemption jazz. Everywhere people were talking about how 2018 was going to be so different than the past year.
The view was beautiful. All around she saw buildings lit up with lights, people chatting about in the streets below and the Church in the distance, standing tall and bright.
Singularity of a black hole has a lot in a little. When I saw you it took me only a fraction of a second to realise that nothing would ever be the same again.
Poli putai dosa. Fancy that. A middle aged South Indian, bred and brought up in the capital city of the southernmost state in the country, and he didn’t know all varieties of Dosa!
She was very shocked and almost moved away from the physical contact, it was all so new, all so electric to her. Instead she leaned her head on his arm turned her head to take in the smell of his shirt and slowly ex...