Colored Collection

The first dawn of Navratri spilled across the town like liquid gold. Streets hummed with devotion, houses gleamed with fresh rangolis, and t...

I could never reduce you to beauty, charm, or grace—because you are not a surface to be admired, you are a depth to be felt. Your truth live...

रिश्ते किताबों की तरह नहीं होते जिन्हें एक बार पढ़ लिया और बंद कर दिया। रिश्ते तो रोज़ पढ़े जाते हैं — हर भाव, हर खामोशी, हर नज़र और हर थकाव...

  Sometimes , if we’re honest with ourselves, we realize that what we’re truly in love with is not always the person — it’s the feeling. The...

He wasn’t the kind of man who fell for a face. Arav was the type who fell for silences — the kind people carry inside them, hidden behind p...

She called me one evening—without warning, without pretext—just her breath on the line, trembling like a candle in the wind. And I answered,...

It was a city of echoes—old walls, older stories, and people too busy to listen. But Vihaan listened. To rustling leaves, to forgotten bench...

Hope is gentle, like the softest touch of the wind on your face, a whisper that dances in the corners of your heart. It is the quiet promise...

Ansh had built a life far from the wreckage of his past. Journalism had become his anchor, his escape, his purpose. He chased breaking news ...

1. The Void She Left Behind The hardest part wasn’t that she left. It was how she left. Without closure. Without a fight. Like a whisper dis...