Kaashyap SarmainThe Bleeding WritCaveat EmptorIn conformance with the unspoken social norm of this space and community, I would like to herald myself and this publication , ‘’The…Jul 4, 2021Jul 4, 2021
Kaashyap SarmaDrunken Talks: DisintegrationTime stops still. The breeze didn’t produce any waves across, coming to a halt. The daises appear to be wilting. The blue sky roared into…Feb 28, 2016Feb 28, 2016
Kaashyap SarmaDrunken Talks: A Beautiful VisionA hoarse call. A malodorous sensation tickled in through his nose, carrying the smell of the dead. This alerts him immediately, inducing a…Feb 22, 2016Feb 22, 2016
Kaashyap SarmaDrunken Talks : A Crack of the SilenceSolitude. A curse. The chime sound reeks of it, personifying an occurred collapse in its travel. It didn’t have a voice. If only it has…Feb 19, 2016Feb 19, 2016
Kaashyap SarmaTemnotaBeads of sweat poured over his forehead like the early morning dew that forms up in a cold, clear state and having a segment of a sweet…Feb 15, 2016Feb 15, 2016
Kaashyap SarmaDrunken Talks: Whores in the shadesThe bartender says, “Yes sir. I would want to. Why don’t you liberate yourself off from this burden by telling it out?Feb 12, 2016Feb 12, 2016
Kaashyap SarmaDrunken Talks: One More“Another round of the same”, John says, as these words of his echoed in the Houz like a slurred group of notes.”Oh, and a pack of Marlboro…Feb 10, 2016Feb 10, 2016