It so happened, when I was at my Nana's place and the neighbours had a Jasmine plant shooting up to their terrace. Many white shiny flowers were fallen on the ground. As I leaned to pick up the fallen Jasmine, few women sitting by the road waiting for an auto rikshaw laughed at me. And the rest was poetry.

A story of 13 yr old shakeel who is desperate to get his hands on shocking pink paper kite. The story is set in the age old arenas of Mehmood gawan madrasa, in Bidar, India.

Hello, I am khurram muraad siddique, a student of linguistics. I am based in Hyderabad, India. Listen to the stories I weave from my mundane life. Some fiction some truth and whole lot of fun. Stories revolve around Deccan culture, history, language, food and politics.

Cherry picking from Letter 1 to a young poet "A work of art is good , if it has arisen out of necessity"

At the start of the 20th century, Rainer Maria Rilke wrote a series of letters to a young officer cadet, Franz kappuz advising on writing, love, sex, suffering. This series attempts to explore these advises and interrogate with them and how we can TOUCH them in real time.