The Cyclist

Life's too beautiful too be viewed from a car. Feel the breeze in your hair today? It was so cold that the tip of my nose is now like a block of ice. My cycle, my companion. It gets around quick enough, can take another along with me, and can always be walked around with if life demands an even gentler pace. The road is a magical place to be at. Never moving yet always travelling. The crunch of gravel and sticks is the perfect background music. I'm off again. Care to join me?

Pixie's Apology

Dear People,
My first two stories worked out pretty well ( I'm pretty proud of them). I'm leaving my current story here, simply because it's too close to life, too personal, too painful. Almost all characters in this story had been modeled on my BITSian friends, friends I would soon say goodbye to, and I just can't write like this anymore. Maybe 'Ending' is the wrong word- I'll revisit the characters and the setting again. But till then, I'd rather have my friends read my characters and wonder, "Was she thinking of me when she made up this one?", and find themselves in the caharcters I had not modeled on anyone in particular at all. Restricting one person in my life to just one character and vice versa just does not feel fair. And to all my friends who became my characters, thank you for reading this humblest, meanest representation of yourself - you're so much more, and I feel so much for all of you that I may never be able to find all the words for it. Stay with me. I'll return with more characters, better stories, and hopefully, stories that are easy enough to let go of and end. Thank you all...