Autri2004

Ramayan from Mandavi's perspective??
          
          Check out my book "The Second-born Royal"
          
          on @aasthawrites_05

Hey, thank you for adding my story to your reading list! Please do vote and comment as your feedback is indeed valuable to me and my writing! 

Hello dear... I truly thank you to give my stories a chance. As a new writer it means a lot to me... 
          
          Don't forget to comment your thoughts as I'll love to hear them out... ♥️

Hey, you fabulous creature!
          Thanks a ton for adding my book to your reading list—I see you, making excellent life choices. 
          
          If it made you feel things (joy, rage, emotional damage), don’t keep it to yourself. Vote, comment, scream into the void—I want to hear it all. ✨
          
          Your support? Iconic. You? Legendary. Now go be loud about it. 

Hi there! Thankyou so much for adding my story to your reading list. It means a lot! I hope you will love reading it further, and do let me know about your thoughts in the comments, I will be more than happy to know them!
          And once again a big THANKYOU with lots of warm hugs!

Thank you so much for adding my story to your reading list  It truly means more than you know. I’m really grateful you decided to give it a chance. I hope the journey stays with you — and I’d love to hear your thoughts whenever you feel like sharing them. 
          
          

Thank you for adding my story in your reading list!

Hei Hope you give my stories a try. The broken bond

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity