Daily Prompt: Heal

“No, you are not here to tell the truth.” Disha shouted.

Taking the support of the door, Geet was not able to look into her eyes. All she could see everything cluttered in the room.

“What can you say now? You don’t have to make up stories around the truth.” Disha said with teary eyes. “You destroyed my relationship with Rachit.”

The relationship among two sisters and a man had only one truth. Truth cannot heal relation.

via Heal

All alone in the NIght...

My Strategic Class Creativity

They said Creatives are born, and sometimes are made. Obviously, practice makes a man perfect. But creative to me happened in phases. Yes, you read it right. Creativity happened to me. Poetry happened to me in School when I saw a new admission in my Class. It is said, “Love turns a good man into a Poet”. I agree on that, but I am not sure if those poets turn into a good one. Anyway, Story writing happened to me in a boring class of Economics. My teacher asked the class to jot down the demand and supply equilibrium of perfect competition, while I was scribbling an amateur story. In one of those business management classes, sketching happened to me. But the fact is, I am not a poet, a writer or a sketch artist, because creativity only happened to me.


Creativity Happened to Me


Writers do not need time to write a Story. They need people around to become a part of the Story. Stories do not come to an End. All they need a new Reader, a new listener.

Gulfam’s Pen


Meanwhile, I reached my 50 of the posts. I am so excited to see more people to read my blog. In last 3 days, I have posted 3 stories, 1 poem and a quote. This marks 51st Post.

A Half Century