"Endeavour", her voice shivered as she whispered. She had guessed right - old habits die hard- she knew she'd find him in the Turf Tavern. Morse had never answered to that name since he left the famil...

Trying to meet the deadline of my written task...and eavesdropping on my way

Turning point

Childhood memories

Have you seen London at the crack of dawn? Treetops waking drowsily as the Autumn breeze gathers strength

Not a chocolate bar or a cute card I give you a candle

"Thank God it's Friday..." Hackneyed, but felt good. I carelessly rubbed my neck as I ran my eyes along the flickering numbers on the lit panel. Forty-five, forty-four, forty-three... The lift was pac...

Dawn was about to break. A few streaks of light gleamed faintly beyond the houses. The city looked like an old photograph: pale sepia, still. But inside the car everything was in motion. Our hearts ga...

Travellers we all are in this journey of life; I think I've got my fair share of it. Now, back in my home village, I felt like I've always been on board together with my folks, only we got off and on...

The roar of the trains vexed me. I always tell myself I need muffling ear-plugs but I'm hopeless at remembering things. Peak time in London - hellish; I will never get used to it. Why does the whole p...

Now thirty summers have besieged thy brow (Thank God, we dwell in those old days no more-

For all I know Night still follows day

Before the crack of dawn he'd leave his bed dutifully, the ritual was performed

It is invigorating to be woken up by a music consort. Every morning, from their nests next door, two larks and a robin warbled sweetly on Jane's window, as the first feeble sunbeams smoothly glided th...

First there was the acrid smell of that house slipping into her nostrils, warning her she was half-awake and her eyes would open any minute, or maybe they wouldn't. Inessential as it may sound, it was...

Her boldbald head glistened