Creative Writing

Short Story: Rain

I have always loved rain as a young boy. I used to play with my siblings in our garden every time it rained. Our parents dreaded it because we would get sick every time. They tried to stop us but we snuck out whenever they weren't looking. For me, r... Read More...

When He Cut My Hair

He unwraps the towel and folds it. Underneath he is wearing a red langot, not covering much, generously revealing some of his round ass cheeks.
delhi pride

Poem : Proud of Being Me

They say am cursed, am a sinner, Yes I am, in all glamour. They say am against God, am not pious, Yes I am not, I love being inauspicious.