The passion of writing made me write this very first blog.

“Even life is an illusion until you’ve the guts to execute.”

Photography— mine.

Certain things are full of illusions unless we accomplish them.

I am an exuberant soul who loves to pen down the thoughts that happens to emerge out from my imaginary mind, anywhere, anyhow.
Whatsoever, I like to write about anything and explore places and pictures- then writing about my point of view with them, sharing and emerging the exquisiteness by them.

I Love to denote my feelings over writing.

Writing about anything that comes to my mind.

It could be an essay or article or letter or love-short stories, heartbroken stories and etc.

And I usually do picture text that helps me think what must I write about.

Then, I get enormous ideas and without any delinquent I write it.

And now I will be writing and updating my new blogs here.

—Saumya Tripathi!


Short story!

Words are easy, actions are harder.

For once, in life I knew now what the actual meaning of love is. It is not about saying ‘I love you’ as much as possible and how much you can say that to the person you love. No. Certainly a big no.

Words are so easy it is the action which give away…well, you.

Words are easy, it is the action which shows if the person says I love you means or not. You can get a lot of people, and I mean it; you can get a lot of people saying they love you but only fewer who means it. Particularly only one in a billion.

It is so damn very hard to get people whose words match with their actions. And, even harden who devotes their time in showing their love and means it every end of the day.

—Saumya Tripathi


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Short story!


It still amazes her how anyone could have this sharp cheekbones, such long lashes, eyes that deep which were unmistakably exquisite, jaws embracing cheeks which gave him the unparalleled and savage look, yet the craze look that always had a hostility in them, softens when looking down at her, her innocent radiating face was what made him tremble. Which was quite rare. However, it was ‘she’ who could have made devil to fall on his knees. So, who was he to refrain himself to do that? A mere mortal.

It always made him wonder how her single child like glance would control him in a way, he never thought was possible.

—Saumya Tripathi


Short story!

Her innocence allured him even more to her.

“If you only could distrust me why are we even committed?” He questioned her mordantly while eyes perilously, glaring down at her.

Despite of her wobbling voice and damped eyes she answered coyly with fluttered face. “But she was flirting with you and I was not liking it a bit. I don’t want to share you with anyone. Just like you don’t want me too.”

His eyes softened at her innocent- declaration. He could not come to make himself angry at her anymore because of her baby face that was red due to his admonishes with vague eyes, that was creating an excruciating pain in his upper abdomen seeing her in tears.

“I am sorry.” She stuttered yet again, peeking up at him through her lashes, not facing him.

Soon his anger subsided by amusement, watching her innocent— like face fluttered. She was blushing just by accepting her insecurities towards him. His girlfriend was just too innocent and naive. He thought.

Then, a grin spread across his face, thinking about the outcome of the question he was about to ask.

“I indeed would forgive you.” He declared, watching her smile in bewilderment.

“But on one condition.” He said hastily.

Pouting unconsciously, her eyebrows frowned together.

Docilely, she asked “And that is?”

Listening, his Wolfy grin widened even more.

Staring down at her with mischievousness in his eyes, he said with wicked grin “If you could only kiss me.”

Her eyes widened in horror, sighing she hung her head low in defeat, knowing not he was just jesting with her the whole time.

Seeing her despair face, he could not come to suppress his laughter anymore so, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back— at her cuteness.

Realising his mock, her small hands fisted and thwacked on his chest non-haltingly.

In return he laughed even louder. Seeing her face becoming redder due to his sneering.

With rage she jostled him but he didn’t even bulge, mummerring under her breath, she step sided him and was about to go. But a pair of arms engulfed her, restraining her from going anywhere.

Grinning, he asked “Where are you going, little one?”

Tugging at his arms downwards, to get free, she answered with trembling voice. “Away from you.”

He just smiled at his little ball of fire.

“Awww.” Looping his thick arm around her slender figure, he kissed her soft-creamy cheek from behind, tenderly, making it even redder than before.

She squirmed in his hold but he just yet again smiled at her, looking at her adorable face with adoration.

—Saumya Tripathi!


Short story!

The truth about women!

#Love #life #things #truth #about #woman

Not all the woman wants expensive gifts from their partner.

Not all the woman wants materialistic things from them.

Because, in this era— a woman can afford whatever they want in the first place.

however, what attracts those certain type of women the most in their partners, are their:



—and the most expensive thing in the world: their time.

—Saumya Tripathi


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A mini— tale.

“What makes you so afraid of him? Is it his dark side?”

A little smile itself made its way in the corner of my lips at the serene question.

“No. His dark side is what I crave the most,” I replied, eyes beady.
“Then? What is it?”

“It’s the forged love that he happens to show me that scares me, and makes me see the gravity of love!” I chuckled with innocent eyes.

—Saumya Tripathi!


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Short story!

Those certain days.

I still remember those days.The days you used to text me saying how much you missed my presence.

The days you said you missed my touch.

The days you said you missed me.

The days you used to text me saying how much you missed my presence.

The days you said you missed my touch.

The days you said you missed me.

I still remember those days when at 4:am you used to text me saying, ‘are you there?’ and when I used to text you back instantaneously.

I still remembered those days when you cried about your fears in front of me when I hugged you tightly saying I am here and would be.

I still remember those days when you used to grip my hairs in your hands and tugged downwards while making my plaits.

I still remember those days when you used to say soothing words to me when I was low. ..

I still remember those days when you were vulnerable and I was your strength.

I still remember those days. Those ungodly hours when you used to say how much you loved me and how beautiful I was.

Those ungodly hours when you used to say how much you loved me and how beautiful I was.

I still remember those days when you to say, ‘I can’t leave without you. Don’t ever leave me.

I still remember you leaving me the way you did.

I still remember your forged and deceived smiles you used to bestow upon me.

I still remember those days when you left me saying I was so immature for you.

I still remember those days when I stayed loyal to you when you slept with every other girl behind my back.

I still remember those days when you left me saying, ‘you don’t love me anymore.

Now, here the question arises:

Do you remember any of it?
Do you remember those days?

Do you…?

—Saumya Tripathi



The heart— throbing heartbreak.

She saw him, hugging a girl tightly in his embrace from the corner of the lighting Street.

Tears started to pour out from her eyes unintentionally, lingering momentarily on her chin, pondering deep she thought- what have I done wrong that he had to cheat behind my back?

A very faint sob escapes her, without her knowing and after a couple of minutes of watching the intimate couples, she turns and ran away, far-far away from them, to ease the sensation of her burning pain inside her chest. Despite her chaotic situation and churning stomach, she ran, wiping her tear viciously, she ran as fast as her two little feets could let her.

—Saumya Tripathi!


Short story!

Bad-boy gone right.

“Do you know you look really adorable when you smile like that.”

And, that was the very day where the bad-boy of the university found himself blushing at his very core. Albeit, the blush was a tad, however it was enough for him to yearn for more of her innocent proclamations.

Had he known, it was the start of something very special between them of their blossoming unnamed relationship, he would have tried to find her before.

Or perhaps better, he should have known it was the beginning of his new life where the bad boy would be finding himself: gone right.

—Saumya Tripathi