The Quill Dipped In: Crimson

I hated your friends. And it didn't take a genius to figure out that they hated me too. Maybe for taking up most of your time. Maybe for the way you picked my side in fights that I got in with them. But they didn't know. They didn't know that you agreed with me just... Continue Reading →


‘Death at the Excelsior and other stories’ by P G Wodehouse: A book review

Usually, I write about books of authors I have been an addict of, rarely experimenting with unfamiliar (to me) writers’ works. P. G. Wodehouse is a name I have come across wherever discussions about a distinct style of writing have happened and it was necessary that I pick up a book of his as soon... Continue Reading →

Dedication – 5

There are old friends and then there are new ones and sometimes certain in-betweens who leave a long-lasting impression and disappear without warning. A dedication to one such person.

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