She writes…

She writes.She writes to her heart's content.She writes when her heart is not content.She writes about the highs and lows,about the ebbs and flows.She writes when she relates, with the quirks & cliches.She writes to her heart's content,even when her heart is not content.Jinty Skariah Writing has been my constant from the past few years....

‘Tis that time of the year…

'Tis that time of the year, the season of joy and cheer, when the hopes are high, and the reindeer’s fly, with dreams in hand, from the promised land. 'Tis that time of the year, bundled under a Christmas tree, decorated with loads of glee. when the stars shine, when the candy canes are aligned,...

The Herd Mentality

Its called the Herd Mentality. And it’s passed down from generations to generations. It’s the norm of the world and no one dare question it. For the one who does, is often ostracized or sometimes far worse, has died. Society runs on these rules and rules are never meant to be broken. A child since...

A Vain Reality

Her endearing reticence, often mistaken for coyness, attracted a flock of admirers, like bees over flowers. Her transit through the streets, awakened longing hearts, hard to decipher, if it was love or lust in part. She braved through those gawking eyes, fixated upon her like predators on prey. who knew what their minds were thinking,...

Play Of Anxiety

Beads of sweat covered her face like a brides veil, heavy breaths gushed out her nose, like a whirlwind on a dry summer day. She woke up, drenched in a pool of sweat. Gasping, she jumped out of bed, running straight to the window for light, the moon above shining abright, on this calm winter...