Because she wore mismatched clothes, and nerdy glasses, too big for her face. She had no sense of humor, knew no trends, and had no taste. Her laugh was hideous, and her curves absent. She longed to be a full moon, but was only a crescent. She picked food in her braces, with her bare hands, had tacky sense of fashion, wore a yellow shirt, with green pants. She knew … [Read more...]
Nirali Bandaru
Indian Literature and Poetry | Nirali Bandaru writes for Indian Review. Visit and find more authors to read from. Enjoy the literature from around the world.
Rebirth | Nirali Bandaru
Rising in the midst of the foggy path, a dark silhouette, wielding a promising sword, I am but a scar, marked by my own wrath, awaiting and envisaging my transparent tomorrow. Lowering my head, bowing to my trailing past, I kneel. I leave behind, the blood on my hands. Cleansing myself of horrors at last, I pray for a new beginning. Absorbing every sign of light in my … [Read more...]