Roses are Red, Cheeks are Redder

Love is in the air. Some try to shut it out, some fling open the window and welcome it with arms wide open. But love is capricious.

The Writer Who Couldn’t Write – Final Chapter

Vikram is finally able to write something with his hands. He is worried about its quality and appeal more than he has ever been in his career as a writer. His heart beats frantically, but it’s more so because of an emotion he has never experienced before.   When Vikram handed her the letter the…