Quiet heart, loud thoughts. I write to feel, to heal, to dream. If you stumble into my words, I hope you find a little piece of yourself in them too.
Following
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
Stories by Ankhi Das
Where Wildflowers Bloom
In the heart of a battlefield where hope is but ash in the wind, a faceless knight and a flower-bearing girl...
The Boy Who Collected Rain
He carried a jar in his backpack and stopped to catch raindrops whenever the sky cried. Everyone thought he w...
Chasing Dusk
She ran to escape her own darkness. He ran to keep up with her light.
Every night, they met on rooftops-laugh...