Ritika Singh·Dec 4, 2020Fleeting joyA moment ago my world was again illuminated by that sunshine so bright of so long ago that we’d had to squint while it warmed us to our…
Ritika Singh·Nov 5, 2019Memories — a short story.Invisible eyes and crinkled faces always mine more than yours. The difference made even starker by your composure in the end.A response icon1A response icon1
Ritika Singh·May 19, 2019Before the danceThe royal blue of the silk kurta slipped through Girdhar’s fingers. He had never owned anything so fine and shiny. Not that he owned this…
Ritika Singh·Mar 23, 2019How do they know?The light of a million stars is not enough. It never is. Unlike the radiance of the sunset mimicking the warm glow of your childhood home.
Ritika Singh·Feb 20, 2019What now?To hold and possess and bury and crush and become entitled to are not what our hearts are for. Your and mine.
Ritika Singh·Jan 1, 2019All things new.Butterflies in your stomach. Will she or won’t she? Angst and jitter. Waiting for the phone to ring for the message to be seen for her to…
Ritika Singh·Dec 28, 2018Blue love madnessOr, thoughts of love and loss unleashed thanks to Flora Cash’s beautiful music on repeat.
