Every Story is an Answer to the Universe

Every story has a power within. I unfold this mystery through my writing endeavours, inscribing my footprints on this earth, one story at a time. Meanwhile, I am researching ways to gift you some moments of calm. Welcome to your zone of bliss. Pause. Breathe. Heal.

What started as an outcome of my love and passion has eventually become my lifelong project, a sacred space for curating my literary offerings.

Areas where I leave my digital footprint, I create content in, and I research to build my legacy

Crafting a piece paves the way to craft your story in the divine light.

My Books

Published Works in Anthologies & Literary Magazines

Quotes from my books

Latest Posts


  • Scribble 4 – “On Travelling Together”

        15th February, 2018, 10:30 AM I met him on my way to Manali. I love mountains. So did he. The trip changed my life forever. He was a software engineer, who went on a trip for a week’s… Continue reading

  • Liberation

      Liberation Of The Soul 14th May, 6:30 AM, Banaras “Everything ends here”, the boatman whispered.  I was having an early morning ride in the river. We reached to the Manikarnika ghat and there was blazing the fire, that is… Continue reading

  • Scribble 2 – “Let It Burn”

      21st December, 2018, 1:30 AM It was a winter midnight. Everybody was sleeping in the room, except two of us. We were having our first night out. The city was sleeping, only two crazy lovers were awake to write… Continue reading

  • Scribble 1- “Ten Words To Say Goodbye”

        7th April, 2019, 2:30 A.M “You’re not my type. Can’t be with you. It’s over.” Now, just reverse the first line. I am not your type, and I am happy with what I am. Thanks to me, I… Continue reading

  • “He never asked my name” : Story of Abir

    [There are some things still exist on earth, we can’t find a name for them. Just like, sometimes, we feel a relation which can’t be named, but it has a hidden beauty wrapped with an innocent purpose. This relationships are… Continue reading

  • Ustad….Aur Ek Shehzadi

    The river was flowing gently. With the chirping of the birds, the riverside ghat was singing the music of joy. The night long darkness was escaping into a delightful dawn. Adorning the serene morning hues, the saffron sky was looking… Continue reading