“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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4 Stories
Stories From sleep

5 AM: Inside My Head
by K - 18 Jun 2015 , 0 Likes
Musical compositions always calm me down. No, this silence is something I have been looking for since long. Everybody is sleeping, grandmother too. Grandma always finds an opportunity to lecture me about God and cha...

Insomnia: I Can't Sleep
by Solid - 08 Jun 2016 , 0 Likes
Insomnia is a thing too strange to be called a disease. I was diagnosed with acute insomnia in the ninth grade. The doctor couldn’t tell me what caused it, but what he could tell me was that there would be a haze. I...

Have You Ever Slept Through An Exam?
by The Sith Lord - 26 Jun 2015 , 0 Likes
I heard some noise which began to get louder and louder as I could see the end of the rows of palm trees. I could see a road and, a few more meters away, a toilet; at last!