Palak Loyalka

“Why is it,” he said, one time, at the subway entrance, “I feel I’ve known you so many years?” “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.” ― Ray Bradbury They say today’s generation doesn’t know how to sustain a relationship. It’s true, but have …

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.” You know how they say that everything happens for a reason? Does it? I mean isn’t it all random? We are the ones who look back in time and connect the dots. We are the ones who …

Cut in the eyebrow, scar unlined the body. He ran through in his mind, the focus embellishing with every pint. His eyes were sharp as a diamond, Hands could be mistaken for a miner’s, Bowling in the dale of menace, The only terror to him was fright itself. There was …

“Not all light is good. There is negative light, that can cast bad shadows.” She locked the room and started changing her clothes. She was definitely running late today. Her father was going to kill her. Suddenly, there was a shrewd cry somewhere. She jumped at the sound and went …

It’s flow starts from the down, feeding on every last tissue it can pin, this is gettig hard, I can barely borne its fire. Feeling lost, brooding aloud, take it away, take it away, I am afraid to feel the pull it draws. It’s seeding inside me, growing too speedily. …

Because there is a world hidden inside us all, that only shows up in the hours of dark. What is that dark for you mate? Is it beautiful or foul as a hate? Either ways, lets play along with its game. Can you feel it passing through the shore of …

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion In any field, when we read the history, we always read about the first woman …

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” I always loved the writings that started with a quote. So you’ll find all my articles start with one. Like this. I wanted to write a quote that said something about growing up and this is something …

There is beauty in his eyes, the world fails to see the lies, that a man is hurt too,  just chooses to hide it in the valley of smiles.   We spoke for hours, sometimes silent whispers, always surprised by the easy going sinuous.   A fondness woven for so …