Its not about how small your world is, its about how occupied it is.
to paint rainbows on our bedside, aren’t we too old for that?
I came across this beautiful piece written by a dear friend. And as much as I understand her, I was so overwhelmed that I had to write…… Read more “A letter to my dear one.”
When you thought you were a chapter in someone’s story.
Here’s to all the feminism gone wrong in the world today.
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The Last One.
she knew she had to lead her own way.
“Dead City. Dead City. Dead City. Dead City” Words played in her head as they drove through the night. A beautiful experience which had taken…… Read more “Looking outside the Window #36”
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.