http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kousika The original writings of author Kousika en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  God is such a game player.He is a great twister who giveseach person a twist atleast once in everybody’s lifetime. Since he is bored ofgiving one twist in everybody’ s life, he thought to make a life filled withtwist.And He made the heroine as me.From the birth,I am being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1536091/ My Idiot…You came in my life like a butterfly..Made my days colourful.. Joyous...Now we are flying, jumping from flower to flower fighting for the sweet honey… sharing it unequally.. then laughingmischievously… We were from different .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1523839/ Misunderstanding …Situation creates more understanding..Sometimes misunderstanding.In some cases, it misses the understanding.. Most cases, close people fall intothis category.. Surroundings keeps some test to the closeness.. But, many failin this.. th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1523836/ She kept on the table, a sweet zinFight arose among the kinAll started playing a gameIt involved the world fameBut this time they played with a tin !!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1522597/ School.. A platform in which we developourselves.. Many friends, diverse situation to understand the people, differentbehaviour.. All appears great and nice to each one of us. Like powder adds essence to the food, friends makes our life beautiful. I too got a friend who understoodme more t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1516376/ My lovable girl. angel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1515703/ Love makes us a colorful butterfly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1515694/ What do you consider us as ?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1511690/ A girl's life goes as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1511687/ Projecting Father's love for daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1510306/ Pouring some memories of childhood... Growing old is becoming tender in the heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1510302/ On the day you leftmeI cried 1000 tears.For each tear Icried.there was a word tobe said.No tears were enough,To make you see whatI was doing.No words were enoughTo stop this pain.Nor the heart doesn’tlistensto the truth or themind. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1509526/ I am waiting for you..my sweetheart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1509525/ Losing your loved is the hardest thing in the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1509340/ Feel of orphaned girl..Compares her with normal parented child life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1508527/ My sweet love life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1508523/ My love life goes this way... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kousika/1507930/