Showing posts from July, 2017


I can't do better than this today. Writing #TheHashtagStory after a long time. And feeling so out of practice. I think I should write stories often to improve my story-writing skills.
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i was the first girl you loved

i may sound like drizzle but i'm monsoon rain the passion seeped into your bones the love running in your veins

i'm that old cassette you can never throw away i'm neat whiskey you drink after a tiring day

you've fallen in love after me but no woman can rock your world i'm the storm you chased i'm the photo you burned

what if we meet again ...on cold august dawn? would you pour wet kisses? would you play our favorite song?

it was many moons ago i still remember how i felt your body weight on me and how miserable i was when you left

but i take pride

Because your selfies are sexy

There is a thing with dreams - they are yours, and yours only. And there is another thing with dreams - the dirtier they are, the more fun they are to remember. You can wrestle naked in the mud with your beau, and it seems the poshest thing ever. You feel like Woody Allen's heroine who can bare-it-all to show passion. Even I had a dream that was so sensuous my body temperature soared. It was with a man on whom I have a secret crush. And you know the best part - I'm sure he would approve of what all we did. But that's beside the point.
It has been two weeks since our illicit dream and it has been two whole weeks I'm thinking why my brain worked the way it did. I have no repressed fantasies. I have no urges either. Then, why! Oh, why! This dream has been giving me sleepless nights since. Even today, much before my feet touched the floor in the morning, his thought touched every pore of my body. I picked my phone from the bedside and scrolled the Facebook feed. I saw a gli…


For more hashtag stories, stalk me on - Facebook, Twitter and Instagram


For more hashtag stories, stalk me on - Facebook, Twitter and Instagram