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Presented below is a fiction that I’ve tried to write when I was in high school. How good or bad is it idk so I’ll leave it upon you readers to give your reviews and feedbacks on it in the comment section!!


Even though you’re watching me from HEAVEN, I’ll tell you something.

I think about you constantly. 

I wonder what life would be like if you were still here. I imagine all of the things you’d say. I imagine all of the different adventures we would have gone on.

I wonder who I would be if you were here. I wonder what we would all be like. I think about all of the different ways things would’ve turned out with you in our lives.

I miss you all the time. I miss you so much that my heart hurts. My heart literally clenches tightly when I think of you, as though it’s trying to hold itself together while my thoughts try and tear it apart.

Time is supposed to heal all wounds but, it seems as though time just provided me with a band-aid that gets old and falls off more often than not.

I know you’d hate it, but I still cry for you. I still sit up at night and wish that you were here. I still talk to you and ask you for advice.

I can’t help but want you here. Life has moved on but my heart and emotions haven’t. I can’t move on.

I have your picture everywhere. I think it’s because I’m afraid that one day I’ll forget your face. 

God… I hope that never happens.

I don’t remember your voice anymore. I remember things you said, but it’s been so long that your voice has faded from memory. 

I refuse to let you fade completely.

I won’t do that to myself. You are the memory that I cling to when things get bad. You are the hope I hold onto when things get dark.

I need you, and your memory is all I have left. So, I’ll keep it alive for you. 

I will carry you in my heart wherever I go in life. I will petition God to have you as my guardian angel if that’s what it takes to keep you with me. 

I know that you are up there watching me. I know you look down and keep guard over me. 

I can only hope that I’m making you proud. I can only hope that I’m what you imagined I’d be in life. I can only hope that you’re smiling at me and not up there shaking your head.

I won’t hope that you miss me as much as I miss you, because missing you is painful. Missing someone is too painful for Heaven to allow inside its gates. It’s too painful for me to wish on anyone, especially you.

I love you. 

And I miss you more than you’ll ever realise.

~The Nocturnal Muser ©


TRAVELLERS!!🌍👫 (My Story Part-II)


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 Presented below is a fiction that I’ve tried to write when I was in high school. How good or bad is it idk so I’ll leave it upon you readers to give your reviews and feedbacks on it in the comment section!!


Hey, love.

I haven’t written to you since we returned back from our trip. I was busy with all the photographs, and of course, you look lovely in them. I’ll show them to you sometime.

Do you remember how we used to talk about saving money and travelling the world? The fulfilment of this dream of ours seems surreal to me. I still remember the twinkle in your eye and the smile playing at the edges of your lips when you used to make a list of all the places you wanted to visit. Now that most of the places from the list have been ticked off, don’t you feel a sense of peacefulness seep through your being?

I just have one problem. I can’t seem to remember the sound of your laughter, but I can never forget the effect your laughter had on me. I can’t remember the texture of your skin, but I remember that it was the softest thing my fingers had ever come in contact with. I can’t remember quite a few things about you, but I can never forget to love you all the same.

Death snatched you from me, but it couldn’t snatch the feelings associated with you. Carrying your photo in my backpack and travelling the world has become something which keeps me alive.

Maybe it’s the idea of making your dreams come true which makes me look forward to my tomorrow. Maybe I’m living to somehow keep you alive.

But whatever it is, I’m okay with everything.

I know that this letter will be confined to a few pages of my diary, but I believe that you can never get rid of your habit of sneaking a peek into my diary every now and then.

So, love, I’ll wait for you to peek into my diary again. I’ll wait for you to read whatever I write to you. I’ll wait for you to know that I’ll always love you. I’ll keep travelling with you to make your dreams come to life.

After all, we are two travellers who are bound to each other by their dreams – your dream of travelling the world, and my dream of travelling with you.

With love and with a ticket to our next destination,

Your co-traveller.

~Your love.

The present letter has been used as a reply to the letter in my previous post My Story (Part-I)
Hello Everyone, this is another excerpt from my book which is undergoing the process of being completed a quarter-way… So as usual if you like the post don’t forget to like, comment and share..!!😉😉😊😊
With Regards,

~The Nocturnal Muser ©



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“There’s no light in this world that can destroy me,” a demon said and smirked at me. The demon wore anxiety and depression like his armour.

I had nothing to say, because all this while, everyone had proved the demon right.

So, every night, I would sit in the corner of my room, crying. And the only person there, always with and for me, was the demon. 

Then one day, my eyes fell on you. I noticed how you were laughing and giggling with your friends. And in that moment, I aspired to be like you; to just get lost in a moment and enjoy it while it lasts.

I remember how I thought the best day of my life was when you had initiated a conversation with me. You talked to me, and in you, I saw a faithful friend. You shared my sorrows, made my insecurities go away, and with that, you made my demon crawl away from me.

So now, instead of sitting in a corner and crying, I actually sleep peacefully at night. Instead of skipping meals, I eat whatever I wish to. Instead of laying in my bed and mulling over whether I should go out or not, I actually go out.

I started hanging out with you. I could feel that it made me more confident day by day. It definitely was a good feeling.

People told me that it made them happy seeing how I changed myself. They appreciated that I made this effort, and this made me ecstatic.

But one day, I realised that you found all my stories insipid. I didn’t want to lose a friend like you, so I ignored that and moved on. In each moment that I spent with you after that, it felt like impaling myself, because in that short time, you showed me that side of me which I thought wasn’t even there; and I was afraid of losing it.

And then, the fears that were disguised as happiness, came true; you left me to be on my own. And that day, I realised that even friends can break your heart and make you feel miserable.

So, that night I lay awake, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the demon crawling back towards me. He patted my back and stayed there with me, as he used to. All the insecurities came back, whispering that they missed me.

But one thing changed. Earlier, I used to get scared of him. But from that day, I started embracing him. 

How can you not appreciate someone who’s there for you, when everyone leaves you alone?

“Indeed, there’s no light that can destroy you, except that of my own self. And I want you to stay,” I murmured to the demon, while he smiled at me and winked.

“Always,” he said.

~ The Nocturnal Muser ©




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Presented below is a fiction that I’ve tried to write when I was in high school. How good or bad is it idk so I’ll leave it upon you readers to give your reviews and feedbacks on it in the comment section!!



Sometimes in life you find someone so special that you always find the best of all feelings in the world with them. Here is a real life excerpt that reminds us that True Love can only be forgotten but can’t die.

She was the one who gave me a reason to smile. She made me feel the most eternal thing called love. I never believed love to be true but the day when I closed my eyes and saw her smile, I realized that I was in love with her. I still remember the day when I first saw her . The unforgettable instant that a soul, clinging on to the purest memory of its previous life, longs for(THE MOMENT WHEN SHE ENTERS HIS LIFE). Her smile was the most precious gift to me and thus I never left a single chance to make her smile. Slowly we both felt the same thing & got to the same conclusion that our love was true.I always used to tell her,”I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.” And in reply she’d say,”Just love till the end of mine.” One day I asked her,”Tell me one reason that you love me.” And she used to reply,”If I would have a reason to love you then my love would not be true because love doesn’t come with any reason.” And when she says that I could find that reason in her eyes. But then one day all of a sudden she just disappeared without intimating about anything. I became restless and worried. I was helpless to do anything but just wait for her. I kept waiting and waiting, with a hope to see her smile again. And then one day I received a letter from her and I got my breath back instantly. But I never gathered the strength to read that letter even for the second time….

Today I would try to write below her words in that letter:

“DEAR You,

I want you to remain calm when you read this. And if possible, be calm afterwards too. I am writing this letter to tell you something important. I am leaving my home. It’s been a long time I saw you, but still it seems like you are close to me always. I know I have hurt you, but I will not feel sorry for that because I am ready to accept your punishment. Sweetheart, I need to tell you something very important today.

I am very lucky that I met you. You were the only one who made me know what love means; how it feels. People struggle for their whole life, but they don’t find their true love. Me? I am very lucky in this matter. The days we spent smiling at each other were the most beautiful days of my life.

I wanted to tell you that I am not well. You were the one who had first noticed my cough. You had immediately taken me to the hospital for check-up. There we came to know it was an allergy. Later on I became weaker and weaker. After some more tests, It’s “Throat Carcinoma” the oncologist had said. Throat Cancer. We didn’t know how. You knew I don’t smoke. But still sometimes it happens to non-smokers too. And God’s plan was to make me one of them.

The funny thing is that despite of many things that happened in your life at various stages, you were with me all the time. I made mistakes. I held so much back from you and yet you cared for me. I know you wanted more of my caring too, but I’m sorry I was unable to give it to you. Well, the first time I didn’t think you were a right person. And the second time, well I did but have no time.

I still remember your night cuddles when I used to place my head on your lap- My TALL, SHADY, PILLOW TREE. I still remember your first Spider-Man type KISS. Both our faces upside-down to each other. I will miss the movies we watched at my home when no-one was present there. I will miss the late night SMS chatting. I will miss being your GIRL, who disturbed you in your dreams or I can say who loved you in your dreams too.

I will misss your cuddles. I will miss our walk in campus holding each other’s hands. I will miss studying together and then going for a long drive on my access. I will miss eating burger with you. I will miss playing footsie in the library with you. I will miss the glances we stole in the sessions. I will misss my bad performances and the tears afterwards that you wiped. I will misss how you made me laugh. I will miss how you played with the twirls of my hair. I will misss how you watched me putting the eye-liner. I will miss how you zipped me up in my blanket when I was all cold and shivering. And yeah the best of all I will miss the lip lock kiss I used to give you which you felt was like warm honey when you came home after being worked up at job.

I’m not the one for details. Suffice to say; yesterday the oncologist said I have little over two weeks left. The last day is supposed to be horrible. I would like skip the gory parts. But now trust me you don’t want to know further. You have something meaningful going on in your life. Your aim and goal both are wonderful. And if your secret thing works, what I think is it will, you will be able to make it even better. And if that happens I won’t be there to disturb or divert your attention anymore. I have seen your love. Now I don’t want to see your pity. I am a pretty, sexy crossword girl. That is how I want to stay in your mind forever. Your pretty, sexy crossword girl.

Meanwhile in what little time I have, I plan to travel everywhere I can. In the last two days I will find a corner for myself in this India where I don’t bother anyone. Then I will go. You know what? On my last day, I will think only about you.

A good thing has come of my decision to leave here. I feel free enough to tell you everything. I don’t have to hold back or say the right thing anymore. For instance, it isn’t just you who had a sleepless night at my place. I never slept either. I thought of how hard it was going to be to leave you. Funny, I’ve never felt that way about leaving the world. But leaving you, yes that was difficult.

Dear, wherever I may go, my love will come to you one day, but you have to make a last promise that till then you will not lose your hope. I made a promise to you that my love will always be there for you till the end and after, so my love will return back to you to keep my promise. You are a very brave boy. I know you will keep my words. I wrote this letter, and asked my mother to post it if I die. Today, if you are reading this letter, it means that I’m no more in this world. But it doesn’t mean that our love came to an end. My love will return back to you and, till then, you can’t be weak.

I want to end this letter by saying something I wanted to say to at least someone in lifetime. Though both of us have told this thing to each other a thousand times. Still. So here, goes:

I love you. I absolutely, completely love you. And will do so to my last day. Bye. Take care.


Hello Everyone, this is an excerpt from my book which is undergoing the process of being started😅… So if you like the post don’t forget to like, comment and share..!!😉😉😊😊

P.S.: The real names aren’t published for privacy purposes…. 🙂 🙂





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I don’t know how and when, but I have discovered this thing in me recently. And it is weird, I tell you, because you just cannot help but notice that one thing you don’t really want to. Thus, here I am, stuck with this abnormality, waiting for that day when I’d be free of this strong feeling which happens to ruin my peace of mind.

Sadness is a very powerful emotion. If expressed well, it can make you lament over something or someone you aren’t even connected with. It can make the leaves fall in autumn and the branches sway vigorously. It can silence even a chirping bird and might even have the strength to wake up the dead. Surprisingly, this is also one of the strongest emotions which happens to increase its significance, in the real world, even more.

We’ve all watched fairy-tales when we were young. And at times, the magic of the tears of a princess would turn a metal into gold. Love, of course, was given the priority to depict happy endings. But if we actually go into the depth of it all, sadness had its own importance. Had the princesses not suffered the hardships of their early life, they would’ve never realised the value of love. Hence, misery was an essential part of their lives.

Strange; right?

I’m not here to express what I feel about this everyday sentiment but rather, to talk about that one thing I’ve started feeling since I don’t know when. This is nothing but the aura of sadness around people when they’re upset or turned down. I feel their pain when they’re around me and the depth of it, if they happen to be close enough. I can read the torment in their eyes and sense the numbness in their fingers. I can see through people when they’re off and this isn’t a very good thing to deal with.

I am not a philosopher and neither a psychologist. I’m a normal human being with no superpowers, nothing. But it is during these times when I wish I had some. It is in these few moments when I want to heal these many people, relieve them of their pain and make them smile, at least a bit. It is then, when I want these numerous people to notice positivity, which astoundingly is present in plenty, around them. After all, how hard is it to notice a full moon on a full moon night or feel the soothing essence of wet sand in the rain?

But I guess all of this will go in vain; because, sadness and apathy describe the current state of a majority of the people around the globe.

Do you know what the irony is? The writer, himself, is sometimes a pessimist.

~ K@




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We met on the bridge on a moonlit night,

The stars in the sky shining so bright.

I stood alone, I was all on my own,

And then you came, what a wondrous sight.

Such beauty in your features so divine,

Never had I seen a woman so fine.

You walked up to me, to my ecstasy,

As I wondered how to make you mine.

The words we spoke I don’t recall at all,

But I know I made you laugh and smile.

Then we shared a kiss, and oh! such sweet bliss,

As my mind you began to enthral.

I held you close in my arms, our lips pressed

Tight together, heart pounding in my chest.

Through the kiss I smiled, driving me wild,

Every inch of your body I caressed.

As our lips remained locked, our tongues entwined,

Your hands moved down to desperately find,

My rigid shaft. And tightly you grasped

As on me your crotch you began to grind.

My hands seemed to have a life of their own,

Pulling at your clothes as you freed my bone.

And deeper we kissed, as slowly I pressed

Into your wet opening; together we moaned.

Harder and deeper and faster I pushed,

Giving you more of me with every thrust.

I quickened my pace, tightened our embrace,

Not holding back, overcome with pure lust.

I could feel the pressure in me growing,

But I had no intention of slowing,

As you screamed for more. I couldn’t ignore

Your pleas as your juices started flowing.

No longer now could I control the urge

Your climax pushing me over the edge

And right as I came, you cried out my name,

As I filled you there on that bridge.

Mouths parted now, you gave me a peck,

Just a soft kiss on my collar then neck.

Then your teeth sank in, piercing my skin

And thirstily you began to suck.

And with that final kiss from you, all changed,

As my blood and my life you drank and drained.

And so faded the light, I became one with the night.

I am your thrall now, my heart is yours, enslaved.

And as quickly as you enslaved me,

You cut loose my bonds and set me free.

I was left alone, again on my own;

Thinking of what will never come to be.

So thank you for that beautiful dream;

For that’s all it ever was, it seems.

I know I will miss, the taste of your kiss;

A memory to which I’ll always cling.





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“When I touched her body,
   I believed she was God.
   In the curves of her form
   I found the birth of Man,
   the creation of the world,
   and the origin of all life.”

Love is deep, intense, and long-lasting; people use love to express true emotion. Love is the passionate affection and desire felt by lovers for each other.

Love can be so powerful that people cry, suffer pain, or even risk their lives to save it. True amour springs from the very bottom of the heart and the spirit of the soul.

An untamed wave,

The wild – the sea,

The billows fold,

Still holding me.

I hear your voice,

Alone my hand,

I cast aside,

My fear’s command.

Take me to a honey cove,

Love me there and sweet,

Kiss my lips – your moistened breath,

Let none, but us defeat.

If I should have but one desire,

It should your love to be,

Come you storms, and come you rains,

My heart is bound with you.

~The Nocturnal Muser (K@)




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As days passed by, I had realised,

What Daddy said was mostly right.

The rebellion raging in my blood

Had vanquished – When reality struck;

Big dreams with baseless hopes,

Roaring against my Papa’s words;

He sounded bitter and backward,

Foolish I was to abandon his wisdom;

Won’t do what I was asked to do,

Determined to swim against his sayings.

I ran – thinking I would make a big name;

I tried and tested whatever I dreamt.

When sandals screeched, when face deterred,

I had second thoughts on what he uttered.

Reluctantly ignoring his words again,

Unwilling to bow down even when I failed.

But failure struck my path again;

Nothing availed, nothing I gained;

Broken back, bent spine;

I went to his feet and I cried;

All rebellion lay cold and calm,

All my cloudy thoughts lay dead.

And as days passed I had realised,

What Daddy said was mostly right.

~ K@MMY1431




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Consume my darkness and I shall feel better again,
It’s not what you think that I fear,
I fear your answers and my vanity.

Yes, I’m engulfed in darkness and
despair once more,
Begging to feel the aroma of your radiance,
Deep down my heart.

I wish I knew what it is,
But everything seems to be so vague.

Give me answers that I want to hear,
Break my monotony,
Break my shell,
Before it breaks me.

~The Nocturnal Muser




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Today’s the ‘Festival of Lights’ all over;

A joyful day for minds and hearts and souls;

And people throng the Temples to offer,

Prayers, resolving to take better roles.

And most of them are richly clad and clean,

And eat such dainty foods and sweets with mirth;

Whilst noisy crackers burst, their lights are seen,

It seems to be a happy day on Earth!

But are there not hearts woe-filled, very sad?

Denied of laughter, smiles for days;

Today’s the triumph of Good over bad;

But what about the wastage in much ways?

True joy is when you see someone else smile!

True charity gives joy in Heavenly style.

Dunes of vapours from crackers rise,

Engulf, as odorous airs resound

Effusing joys to all abound

Pearls of gleams in these autumn nights

Adorn our lives else trite

With sparklers that motley skies

As soaring spirits of powder wander

Let us thank the heavenly might,

In this festive season of lights.

As echelons of zillion lights adorn,

And echoes of triumph and thunder swarm,

Watching even a tiny gleam perform,

Devouring ill,

Sparkling joy despite forlorn,

Exhorts A Hearty & A Happy Year merely born.



Hello Everyone,

Today is the day of Festival Of Lights i.e. Diwali. So I wish all of you:

A Very Happy, Glamorous and Prosperous Diwali. May God Bless You With A Sparkling Life!!😇😇