Mix-bag would be a collection of short stories, each dealing with a different genre, or, and sub-genre from the inexperienced hands of a novice writer. There would possibly be grammatical mistakes but, nevertheless the author would try to achieve her aim which happens to be delivering anti-boring, small doses of primary feelings. So, enjoy journeying through love, hate, anger, guilt, confusion, determination, fear, rejuvenation felt through different settings and characters present in the collection.
Note:- updates would be posted once a week, until complete.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels heavy and torn,
Every mistake a scar I've worn.
I crave a sky where I can be free,
Away from the walls that imprison me.
For now, I sit with my heart in pain,
Silent, yet screaming, again and again.
Though shattered, a spark in me still survives,
Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.