Dirty cloths, muddy hands, messy hair.
“This is a magical place, yet my existence is in a real time and space.”
They spent the night crying after that. Finally their eyes got tired and they fell asleep…
While nobody presaged what this trip held for them.
“Who are you?”
“Who do you think we are?”
“My inner voice??”
Let the events unfold while you free the pen to flow and create a tale. Witness your own book and get involved in every twist and turns it has to offer.
…as if they knew each other since a past few lives!
When you find love, you find yourself.
She blinked, and click! Captured the image in her mind forever.
The struggle of existence and life…