She shuddered. She screamed. A silent scream. The gnawing despair and helplessness she suffered since years now gorged her up.
I wish I could record those unexpected momentsThe moments that enlightened me with thoughtsOne of its kind, unique, genuine, tranquil
Claiming the cozy cornerSavouring aromatic blendsEnjoying the soft musicSerenading at the backgroundI did not pretend that I enjoyed. Staring your
Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness “Won’t you be home for dinner?” She asked“Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected
He called out for her for, for his morning tea. She was neither to be seen nor be heard. But
It seemed to be one of the longest and scariest nights to her. The heavy rains had engulfed the town by now.
The cool pleasant silence of the house seeped into every cell of her being. This was her, ‘me time’, the
One by one, events surfaced as she struggled to recollect. “Terrace organic gardening!?” He had questioned her before breaking into
She raised herself up, holding the railings. The downpour continued from the dark sky. But something amiss! She looked around.
Do you ever exist? The silent screamsThe shackled freedomThe ignored passionFairly counting on every happeningThe soul has trodden paths. Fulfilling