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Pritesh Patil is a writer of words, reader of books and photography-enthusiast stricken with wanderlust. Using the power of the quill, he often acts as a Demon-Slayer and Monster-Hunter. He creates worlds with words and can be found on Twitter as @TheQuillseeker. Pritesh has written one novel and is currently working on two more. When he isn't writing, he can be found inhaling copious amounts of coffee, talking to the many voices in his head, or playing the beautiful game.
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She shone with silver light Crimson lips smiling Under fiery eyes And as her inferno Consumed me All I could do was Smile
Words Brewed at 4 a.m. Are at once More honest and More terrifying Than those spoken At any other time.
J.R.R. Tolkien taught us that you don’t need to be the strongest or wisest to make a difference. His words held us close and showed us how even the smallest person can change the course of the future. There is magic in the little folk, in their hopes and dreams. A far stronger magic lies Read more about The Magic Of The Little Folk[…]
“Hello there, old sport!” “Erm, are you talking to me?” “Yes, yes, of course I am talking to you. Who else is here on this godforsaken pier at this godforsaken hour, you godforsaken fool?” “Hey, there’s no need to be rude you know. Hmph.” “Oh, do not walk away, good sir. I apologize. My tongue Read more about Conversations With A Fool[…]
The rain was beating down harshly on the city of Mumbai despite it being the month of November. The weather had progressively gotten weirder with every passing day in the past week. I sat in my apartment slash office above my grandpa’s spice shop in the suburbs watching the raindrops smatter and die against the Read more about Shadows of the Past[…]
Thea lounged on a luxurious settee, watching Rome burn through the window. Her lover, Neera, fiddled and danced through the cavernous room, delighting in the screams of agony as the souls of Romans left their mortal shells. Times were, Thea wondered whether she had fallen in love with a monster. She had been told that madness Read more about Rome’s Last Song[…]
“Come on Pa, walk faster, we need to get off the tracks before the train comes,” said Mir. “Yes, Pa. We’ll get you all patched up and healed once we’re there. The plague won’t get to us, we’ll live,” said Vir, hacking and coughing even as he smiled at the frail figure of his father Read more about Locomotive Breath[…]
Aindrila was an aspiring author, a talented one even, but after her first taste of success, she yearned for even more. But in those days success was hard to come by, and the ones who spent the most money got the most eyeballs. Her writing was pure, her muse was happy, but Aindrila wasn’t content with the Read more about Eyeballs[…]
A Story written by me long ago, in a time much different from this one, in what could have been a different age, though it’s been but 5 years to that pleasantly cool morning. Earlier called ‘The Silent Wanderer’, it’s now been rechristened to ‘Wanderer of the Scorching Sands’. ***** The hot sun blazed overhead, Read more about Wanderer of the Scorching Sands[…]
I think I have been in love but once, And since then though I liked a few folk well, It’s never been quite the same. But the word today is so oft overused, It’s worth grind to dust and bone Love must be greater than mere touch of lust, Greater than gifts and mere needs Read more about Of Love & Other Demons[…]