Often times when we imagine ancient architecture we imaginehuman beings living in caves, painting on cave walls and dressed up in animalskin. While this is speculated to be true for some regions of...

The Nexus

poornendu   Aug 14, 19   

I remember I have been scribbling things for my mother since my hands got hold of pencils. I still try to pluck out stars from heaven to beautify whatever I write but lately I have realized that...
The sun yawned and stretched its rays over the horizon onelast time. The clouds quickly snatched the golden fingers, replacing theirsilver linings with gold. The sky started to become...
As the car whirred past the lovely hills, I wished thatdrive went on forever. I didn’t want to reach the place, that was supposed tobe my home for the next four years. Well, it was 10th of July,...