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!



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


Short story!

Corruption is— everywhere!

“Do you have any idea how far I have studied, struggled and work hard to fulfill my childhood dream,” she said, while gazing up at the man behind the counter with tremble in her voice.

“Sorry madam, can’t do anything, but if you pay the given amount— the authorities could allow you to go ahead.” Said him, in a nonchalant way.

“But how can you do this? I have already paid my fees, now what you are asking me is called corruption,” she said, her eyes vague with unshed tears with full of terror on her face.

“This is the world of corruption if you can’t afford it, then you better leave it be. Don’t waste my time I have things to do, now go. Try on another college!” He had said petulantly while glaring at her.

And then she left with the idea of broken pieces of dream with her.

—Saumya Tripathi!


Short story!

Portraying about ‘relationship’!

Relationships aren’t always about copulating to show how much you love each other. Nor, it is about sharing the happy moments with each other at the time of 3.pm in the CCD.


It’s rather about sharing the deepest darkest fears, dread and terror at the awake hours of 3.am. It’s about having

It’s about having compassion for each other with expectations knowing very well that: expectation leads to hurt, though, you won’t be; because trust is what you have in each other.
It’s about having embraced the flaws you have inside of you but feel elated in enjoying their madness and craziness and accepting each other without the intention of making the changes in near future.

—Saumya Tripathi!


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Short story!

Another sophisticated love story!

The words he had written to her:

Badi maasum ho, kabi badalna mat janeman!”

(You’re too innocent for your own good, never change, sweetheart!”

Made her heart quiver in terror, perhaps as she has never been called with an endearment and this sort of name, not even in her dreams.

But, somewhere in her heart she knew apart from his dominance, cruel, poignant way, snappy behaviour and impatient way, there is a soft hearted man that lies beneath him, from his cold black eyes that suddenly softens when staring at her non— stop, has made her shiver just by his single glance.

He was like a mute storm, waiting for the right moment to flip, always.

Until he came across her, But having her in his unruffled life that was filled with poverty, wrong decisions and various problems that’s consists of danger.

He was savage in this cruel world but her generosity, somehow slayed him towards her, unknowingly.

He was bewitched not only by her beauty but her innocence too that made him more protective over her.

While having emotionally traumatised, he was the only one to hold her, when she cries at his chest and without any soothing word he used to hold her close, close enough to- sniff her fragrance to calm his nerves down before knowing the reason of her big-fat tears.

Little did she know too that beneath his intimidating aura and eyes, he was a big teddy bear, just for her.

He was not her boyfriend not even friend, just a mere acquainted of her friend that she happens to work for.

He was young but savage that made her even more scared of him.

He was adamant about having her, claiming her, devouring her, making her his, but little did he know too that she was too pure to be tamed by him.

—Saumya Tripathi!



Love is just not about being intimate! 

Our hands grazed.

I felt a warmth inside my chest; the solemn; the piece fell into place when our hands touched.
The touch wasn’t intimate. It just was supposed to be innocent handshake.
Then, why I felt my heart flutter inside the layers of my epithelium tissues?

‘What’s happened to me?’
I reflected. Finger tips touched at last.

‘What would you have us do, now?’
My conscience rattled. 

Maybe it’s love at first sight. Could it be not?’ The voice deduced.
My heart trotted.

Maybe. Just maybe.


—Saumya Tripathi!



Yet another micro tale!

He gazed.

She stared.
Their hands met unconciously like it was bound to happen. Like it was a reflex action. Like they were empty without the other. It met, entwined. Fingers filling the space of one another. Making them whole.

One soft yet another callous. Perhaps it was their unique cosmos that they created for themselves which had no rules; no rationalism; no doubts; no enviousness. Just pure integrity love.

In order to fit themselves in, they created their own little world that had only pure notions and unenforceable and unendable love which existed only in their dictionary.

As their eyes met, they shimmered just like of stars. Twirling thoughts met as they came closer until no space was left between them.
His large bulky hand came at the back of her head, tugging the hair tie downwards for the immaculate tresses to came apart as his fingers curled in those silky smooth mane, he came to love so much. His enthalled eyes glittered in the mild light of the small lounge as he peered lovingly at her spotless fair face that held something closer to admiration.

Tugging the untamed tresses behind her ear, he caressed the edge of her head gently. Almost brushing them with affection.
Upon his unseen keen, she pouted while peering at his impassive visage with small frown in her:

‘Why did you do that?’

‘I like it more when it is opened for me pull out those mane the way I like it in my vicious grip,’ he drawled.

And as the result he saw her small frown deepened with her doe like eyes narrowed while his lips curled up into a very small but sure smile at his own grim humour.

Saumya Tripathi!



Love so do wonders!

“Is my tulip angry?” He asked in a soft whisper, his voice rang in my ear like a melting ice cream when not got eaten in time.

“No!” I said indignantly, turning away, but my voice held so much sorrow; so much woe in it that I couldn’t control the slight tremble from my tone.

“What happen, tulip?” He again inquired with worry lacing in his voice. I could visualize his frowning forehead. But did not turn to face him, nevertheless. How could I tell him that he was the reason of my resentment.

“Tell me, tulip!” He urged using his favourite endearment for me.
My eyes turned glossy. Lips quivering. However, I did not bulge and he kept cooing till I was in confinement of his arms.

— Saumya Tripathi.



Infatuation. Is it?

“It’s just an infatuation. Nothing more nothing less. You will get over it with time.” Nodding, he added, looking straight in her orbicular pools that was brimming with certain tears, “However I will always be here for you!” Upon completion he smiled. Despite the burning ache in his heart, he smiled, showing her his dimpled cheeks that she adored the most. She looked at him with bated breath; a small cute pout on display had his heart pumping like crazy.

“How can you be this sure. It’s so unforseen. Its obtrusively unpredictable! Then how?” Her head bobbed and, with every question has his dark obsidian eyes softened at her whole red face. “I know,” he murmured while tugging her in the tightest hug.

—Saumya Tripathi!