Deathcab for cutie – Aishwarya Naidu

"Hush, now, my heart, I must save these tears" Miss Misqui murmured, "I'll never find love, I fear" Closed her round eyes in a Valentine wish "Oh Lord, let me love... or perish!" Dame Dispy fidgeted and despaired For she was overworked and craved to be repaired She'd washed her hair and redone her house … Continue reading Deathcab for cutie – Aishwarya Naidu

The Rusted Chains- Govind S Nambiar

Mr Pavlovich knew that this was the way it had to end. In his life, he had never expected this turn of events, but deep down, beyond all his skepticism there laid a lone voice telling him that it was the only way things could turn out. In that strange building he had so often been ostracized from, that had so long been forgotten in the hallways of his memories.