Rahul Sanaodwala

Joined January 2024

131 stories

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Hi, I’m the Founder of the StriWears.com, Poet and a Passionate Writer with a Love for Learning and Sharing Knowledge across a Variety of Topics.

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Waves That Kiss the Shore Goodbye
The sea doesn’t shout when it says farewell. It whispers, soft and slow, as waves curl around the ankles of a shoreline already letting go.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped at Dawn
The clock in the hallway stopped ticking at dawn— 4:47 a.m., the same minute your breath faded into the folds of morning light.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Letters I Never Sent
They sit in a shoebox beneath my bed— creased, stained with coffee, some corners curled like they were too tired to hold their shape.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Cracked Mirror of Me
There’s a mirror in my room with a hairline crack across the center. It didn’t break from violence— just time. Or maybe from holding too many versions
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Shadows on the Old Porch Swing
The swing still creaks like it remembers. Back and forth— a rhythm that mocks the ticking clock we no longer keep on the wall inside.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Echoes of a Forgotten Song
There was a melody once— soft as twilight, sweet as the breath between words. It played through open windows, drifted into summer kitchens
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Last Lantern in the Storm
They left long before the rain did— voices packed up in boxes, names erased from the fogged windows, memories still humming in the walls.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Fading Footprints in the Sand
We walked that beach like we’d never leave it— our footprints bold, pressed deep into the soft shore, two lines side by side
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Unsaid Words
There are things I never told you— not because I didn’t feel them, but because they were too heavy to fit between hello and goodbye.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Whispers of Yesterday
Beneath the old elm, where time once slept, your laughter lingered—soft as a summer wind curling through lace curtains, tugging at dreams I dared not keep.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Nina and the Paper Stars
Nina had always liked quiet things—gentle music, soft rain, the rustle of pages turning. Maybe it was because the world around her was too loud. Or maybe it was just because no one really talked to her much.
By Rahul Sanaodwala11 months ago in Fiction
A House With No Doors
Most houses had doors. It was the first rule of the town of Windvale: “Every home must have a front door, a back door, and locks on both.” The grown-ups said it was for safety. The teachers said it was tradition. And the children—well, they never questioned it.
By Rahul Sanaodwala11 months ago in Fiction

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Waves That Kiss the Shore Goodbye

The Clock That Stopped at Dawn

Letters I Never Sent

The Cracked Mirror of Me

Shadows on the Old Porch Swing

Echoes of a Forgotten Song

The Last Lantern in the Storm

Fading Footprints in the Sand

The Weight of Unsaid Words

Whispers of Yesterday

Nina and the Paper Stars

A House With No Doors

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