the train of thought

So I get out of the hostel in the searing heat, muttering to myself about how much I hate the summer. I step out of the gates and a gust...

“Once upon a time there was a princess, the prettiest maiden in all the land. Her face glowed radiant like the moon, framed by long...

I had always dreamed of getting my own place. In my final year of Bachelors, we had single rooms in the college hostel. I remember coming...