The drizzles were followed by a little pitter-patter on the slate roof and then finally the fall of drops so big, they appeared stream-like. The clouds had just melted down in love of the sky while the wind carried them across. The tiny droplets of… Read More
They say that a house is the manifestation of its owner. Donna’s apartment is quite a character like her. The walls have a flock of photo frames, souvenirs from all the places she has voyaged and titbits from the all the flea markets she has… Read More
In the Lincoln county of Newport, past the West Bull ranches of Ivytown had little Manolo’s dream brewing in a white country house surrounded by alpine trees. Manolo lived with his single mother, Gennine and their dog, Memphis. Gennine had a small novelty store and… Read More
Ambling out for a stroll in the wilderness with her dog, she often collects twigs, leaves, seed pods, curly dried ferns, moss covered rocks, wild blooms and anything that hooks her fancy and inspires her mood. How can one not be inspired by this land… Read More
The furiously restless wind blows across the vast patchy plains. With only sparse bushes rooted here and there, there is hardly any hindrance to its flow. The wind sways, sweeps, elevates and comes gushing down. It takes with it many small little particles of life… Read More
“The season is going to peak in a month. There are going to be a lot of bookings” “Does that mean that the shift will extend?” said a worried Chantel. Chantel was only three months into the front desk. The pressure has already started to… Read More
“Out west everything has its own space. Every little ramshackle cabin, shack, hut sits perched atop its own little piece of destiny with room to breathe, room to live, room to die. You’ll see them, the dead ones, sitting by the side of the road… Read More
Reading a fashion magazine one day, lying side by side on our paunches, Donna and I were turning pages over pages of what-to-wear and what-not-to-wear. It has been a while after we finished our fashion school and ever since, we have been ritualistically reading fashion… Read More
Once in a while in the middle of nowhere, life gives us a fairy tale! – Alice in Wonderland Oliver and Madelyn did not meet online, they met through a common friend on the pollen pad. He thought she was charming. She had no idea.… Read More
“Wrapped under layers of clothes we walk, the sky is swathed with clouds. There is certain privacy about winters which no other season gives you. And that is why winters are so close to heart.” All my memories of childhood are somehow connected to the… Read More
Muscari Lane 