A month of my life, just like Cup Of Coffee. It started with the sweet fragrance of care and warmness of a newly formed relation taking over the sadness I had embraced for years. All my nightmares turned into dreams. Love, just like coffee made a dreamer insomniac. That’s something expected to happen when the reality is better than dreams. When we were lost in the essence of love, just like those last sips of unmixed coffee, it ended with the bitterness. The bitterness that took over the luscious of love I was lost in.
About the Author Anushka Jain, a young high school student, is a sixteen-year-old from the city of food and love, Indore.
Her tremendous interest in writing made her write numerous short stories and poems in her early teens. Anushka, not just a writer but an artist, is attracted to every other form of art including music and dance.
Besides Facebook, you can easily find her reading at the back seat of her car or wandering in streets. Her life goes around the smile of her mother that reaches her almond shaped deep eyes on every little success of her.