Sand
Collection: Melancholy
Concept & Design By: Sumaiya
Transcript:
He was the sand which I tried to hold too strong.
The more bits I wanted, the more he slipped away.
Now all I have is his essence.
Sand – Melancholy
Category: Melancholy
A sad category of MicroTales
Microtale # 48 : Melancholy
Collection: Melancholy
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MicroTale #34 : Melancholy
Collection: Melancholy
“You look filthy and you never do a neat job.”
The Backspace mocked about the rough patches on the sheet.
“What do you know about losing a part of yourself while still correcting other’s mistakes, the feel of learning from your own ones, the art of improving every draft!”
The half-eaten Eraser revolted.
MicroTale #28 : Melancholy
Collection: Melancholy
First Page – History
Last Page – A short story
. . . . .
Destiny and Desire got recorded in the same notebook.
MicroTale #26 : Melancholy
Collection: Melancholy
Their coloured dresses,
His nostalgic eyes,
Holi playing kids,
. .
20 years into being an alumnus of college. Passing by it, reminded him of friends, long lost in competitions.
. .
There are something money can’t buy.
MicroTale #24 : Melancholy
Collection: Melancholy
Keep quiet. You’re not old enough to understand these.
On the table, this quoran got thousand upvotes on “these” matters.