Isaac's blog

“Become something first”, is all I got when I asked anything. Where’s the fun in becoming something when you can be nothing. Life is...

The curtains danced over my face, its threads caressing my shut eyes as the morning sun rose above my house and illuminated my room. My e...

The strictest laws give birth to the worst offenders, Everyone wants to be a hero, so who  wouldn't  want to be a rule breaker? ...

My Child She was my child, my own flesh, my baby girl was a part of me. I had so many dreams of a lovely  creche , where my daug...

It was five minutes past one o’clock, the sun shone with rage right over my head and the centrally air conditioned glass ceiling of the Re...

Why oh why do you run away girl, Don’t you know you are my black pearl? I thought it was a crush and so I backed off, How was I supp...

Scene 1:                                                     Punjabi Dhaba is jam packed at 7:30pm on a weekday and around 20 people a...