Hi. I'm Twinkle. I'm ten years old. Apparently, my blood has decided to stop doing its job, which is rude because nobody asked it to. The doctors say I need help from someone who shares my DNA. That someone is my biological father. I don't know him. My mom doesn't either. We were doing perfectly fine without him-until we weren't.

A single train ride. A fleeting conversation. A connection that refuses to fade. In a city that never stops moving, two strangers cross paths for only a handful of minutes - an accidental encounter on a crowded train. They exchange nothing more than a few words, a borrowed smile, and a trace of unspoken understanding... yet something indescribable lingers.

where Mitran and Surbhi meet again... and again... and again. -- | short story | -- © Suganthi Lakshminarayanan 2025

They both fell in love with each other; by exchanging small notes, clipping it to each other's personal desk in their office. After eleven years, they both realized their love for each other; by exchanging small notes, sticking it to the refrigerator in their home. Because they never had stopped loving each other, just some responsibilities had screened it. ----- [Completed | Unedited] [Paper Notes Story] ----- © 2016 Suganthii Story Cover - Designing and Creative Idea © Suganthii - Stock Image by Pinterest Media attached in this story belong to their rightful owners.

In which a teenage girl writes about her new-found crush. •collection of shayaris• Cover credit- @1234aayu

where sayuri can't distinguish a stoplight from a salad but tops every class with a book in her hand; and sumedh reads letters like they're abstract choreography, but paints digital worlds in neon hues that she'll never truly see. here, love is blind... and apparently a little confused.