The Blissful Storyteller

August 2019

  • I Bleed Red

      I bleed red. Every month, I bleed red. When the days are around, When the cycle starts its count, I bleed red. It gives me a chance, To grow, to bloom, To nurture, to transform, To give birth, to… Continue reading

  • A Letter To My Father

      Dear Dad, Thanks for gifting me a fairytale in your palace. A royal palace decorated with thousands of shimmering stars and hundreds of flickering candles. A palace where dreams adorn my every day, love paves my every way. Where… Continue reading

  • The Idea Of ‘Freedom’ From Different Perspectives

      Few days ago, I asked my friends and everyone around me, “What is freedom to you?” I received many replies, but among all, these three replies touched my heart, and somewhere deep, I found my own words in them.… Continue reading

  • We could have

      Yes, we could have but, Lived the dream we saw together. But you decided to reach to the peak first, And I choose to walk slow, enjoying the little things around me and listening to their stories, to feel… Continue reading

  • The Night Is Here

      The night is here. And, so we are. Let’s fall in love, once again, For this love is getting so old, Let’s find a way to stay in our hold. Let’s give it a new name, New dimension, to… Continue reading

  • Letter To My City

      You’re magical, you have the power, To make me stronger. Everyday you add, Vibrant colours to my dreams, And I see you, in my lonely means. When the night sky sleeps, But the stars are awake, I tell you… Continue reading