I looked at my mobile. Eagerly waiting for an intimation, if not a call, a message. Her fragrance, smile and the innocent eyes still haunted my days. It isn’t always easy to forego a person to whom you have committed your life. Especially a friend of years, who knows more about you than you yourself
as the stars trickle down from the sky they take the form of raindrops every time they splatter down on me I feel every shattered aspiration in those little splashes of starbursts I feel them stab into me demanding to be set free. crushing a dream is like ripping the wings from a butterfly and
I kept running. As fast as my legs could take. Breathing heavily, panting, as the shadows swept past by. Something felt wrong, amiss. Something was following me, matching my pace, feet to feet. It felt like a nightmare. A moment back, I was at the dinner table, and a second later I am running for
I deeply apologize that your fingertip’s burnt as you touch mine. I deeply apologize that you learn about pain but I’ve memorized it. For I myself, don’t know why my love burns those who try. If you want to connect with me, follow me here- Insta- pia.majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar New story at Wattpad- Will
How can I express my feelings when those feelings take my breath away? How can I measure my love for you when that love compares to nothing else, and when that love exceeds all categories and all expectations? No words can express these realities. No words can express my love for you because you are
I was asked this question very recently, but alas, I don’t think I answered it very well 😐 In India, if you are a girl whose age is above 23, it simply means you are “doomed”. You are not marriage material anymore. Wow. What a great idea of patriarchy and feminism mixed together. I applaud
Have you ever thought what kind of person are you when it comes to deep conversations? I hate the 2 am conversations, so vulnerable and honest. I am afraid of exposing myself like that. What if, the person that I am opening up to, is not true to himself. What if, he is the reflection
Once Storm was a little girl No one loved her As she bought heavy destruction with her Wherever she went. She couldn’t love the man Who yearned for her touch How could she have loved him? When she knew, even with the slightest touch He won’t survive her curse. © Pia Majumdar
Hey guys I started writing a new story and posted in Wattpad, Please give it a read. Let me know how was it, m waiting eagerly ♥️✴️🌻 my.w.tt/fsDEGuC3zT
Breaking silently, Without any difficulty Open your eyes and you’ll see, What a broken heart is meant to be. As it’s already past midnight, But not a light in you shines Maybe after sunrise, You’ll start to recognize, The blurry face in your dreams, That’s me waiting for you to realize. I wish I could
Here are some of my latest posts from insta, give them a read friends ♥️♥️ Which one you liked the most 😍
I did everything, of which I was against of But that’s ok, as I was in love Even the small nitty gritty things Is causing us pain now. Which earlier we used to adore, so much. My mind is in one place but my heart longs for another How can I let you go when
Warning: this post contains umpteen mentions of love! A huge thanks to She who nominated me for this award. She is a friend, and an amazing author with a flair for creative writing, which definitely shows in her work. Do check out her writing, you won’t stop reading once you do 😉 This award is
No matter how strong you are, there is always someone can make you weak.
What the world has come to now, stooped so down that sometimes I wonder if it can ever rise again. I truly hope it does, because there’s still some good left, but the wrong is weighing down whats left of the pure, innocent and truly beautiful things with it.
Is it too early for me, to make these kind of desicions?
Hello everyone and welcome to the first ever – ‘Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge’ starting from today. This challenge is all about writing flash fiction stories in 100 words, revolving around a given theme. Each Wednesday, a new topic will be posted and you have until the following Tuesday to contribute, this is a
“Mr. Bose, you look pale after the phone call? Anything wrong?” Uncle questioned the honest looking man. “It was him again, forcing me to get into this business, threatening me day and night to be a part of this drug cartel case you and your little niece cracked a few weeks ago. The channel is
One of my – Favorite Place, there is no comparison to watch sunrise sitting on the beach. Rise up and shine, as the calm water soothes you, taking your trouble away with its gentle touch. At least that’s what I did when I had to wake up so early to capture these shots 😉 As
Posted by @piamajumdar on Mirakee app. Not the kind of motivation you were looking for ri8 😂
The calling bell rang…It’s 10 PM. Who could it be? “Roy, at this hour?”, Mother cried… “Where’s Ria? There you are, get dressed we have an interesting case you will love it…” “Do you find this a joke every time taking my dear daughter to cases like such? Last day I heard she was examining
Today I am incredibly humbled and excited to share that for the first time I was nominated as the recipient of the “Mystery Blogger Award” by my dear friend and recently became collaborator partner – Ushnish the Crown. Thank you again, and m so sorry that I forgot about it. :-p If you guys