Author: Onesha

She is the funny one! Has flair for drama, loves to write when happy! You might hate her first story, but maybe you’ll like the next. She is the master of words, but believes actions speak louder than words. 1sha Rastogi, founder of 1shablog.com.
  • Dance with Me

    I keep looking at her until she smiles and her teeth show. I can see her laughing and she drops her hands and touches her feet, her hair touching the ground and she lifts herself in the air, with a beautifully arched back, and swirls breathing the clear night air. I am amazed.

  • Colorless

    There was just something I loved about the train journeys. The train vibes, the casual looking out the window and being lost in your own world. Having time to stand and stare, to think about life, about emotions, to reflect about the years gone by, moments worth reliving again!

  • Theory On Love

    Not all emotions are Love. But yes Love is not made of only a single emotion, it changes each day, comprises different feelings, distinct emotions and it becomes hard to classify love as a singular complex produced as a result of liking someone, or some experience, or something uniquely quantifying as the wholesome one emotion i.e LOVE.

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    Chapter 5

    We spend a few moments together and the next I know, all of the gang goes crazy dancing around the bonfire. There was music, laughter, joviality, notoriousness, food, and love in the air! February is indeed the most lovable and amusing month of the year.

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    Chapter 4

    It was dusk, sun hues spread across the top, a very cool breeze fluttering my hair in the wind, I looked across the sky and the orange hues mixed with the evening sky just glowed in the embrace of the horizon to create a warm stretched canvas with the air so chilly to send shivers down the spine. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze on my face and the colors started getting dark and I can see orange hues turning brown-black and mixing into the zenith for falling night to await the shadowy clear sky full of stars

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    Chapter 3

    Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru.
    I got off the flight and I came out of the airport. I find you waiting for me. Its a bright hot sunny day and it’s my birthday in a few days. I couldn’t have been happier than coming all the way from Delhi to meet you and finally hold you in my arms. I have loved you from the deepest parts of my heart. This long-distance relationship sucked a high time and here we were finally meeting after a very long to embrace a few good days of love.

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    Chapter 2

    I see your curly hair, your fair-skinned glowed in that dusky evening, you are wearing a black t-shirt and I see your strong arms, well built. I see a big tattoo carved beautifully on your forearm. I am awestruck and this is the first time I see you. You are so beautiful, so lost in your own essence, so pure and so cool, comfortable in your own way, you are wearing your hiking pants and trekking shoes, carrying your traveler bag and you radiate the unpretentious traveler vibes, someone who is in love with traveling, one that is immeasurable.