Poem and story

[blog#9.2] What a fascinating face you have, I wonder what mask you wear? For I have yet to see a crack...

[blog#8.1] Not every end arrives with a noise, some arrives in silent certainty. And when end stands before the self, it does not ask for recognition, it demands surrender.

[blog#7.0] There is a weight I carry but cannot name. A shape in the fog. Something lost that refuses to stay lost.

[blog#6.2] My first evening at the beach. I wasn't prepared for how it would feel, the way every sense came alive at once. I tried to capture it in words, but all I could do was list each sensation as it washed over me. This is what remains.

[blog#5.1] I wrote this piece some time ago. It came from a place of quiet thinking, not answers. I am sharing it as it was written.

[Blog#4.3] Update(2025): This piece was written in 2019, when I was in class X. It feels like a really long time has passed. Here it is...

[Blog#3.2] Update(2025): This was also written a long time ago, when I was in class X. Here it is..

[Blog#2] Update(2025): This can be considered one of the first poem written by me. I think I wrote this, when I was in Class IX and X. Here it is...

[Blog#1.2] Update(2025): This is one of the very few and early prose where I tried my hand on writing in English. That was interesting time, when I was in class IX. Here it is...