The silence forced upon the mass came on a sudden Thursday, as all means of communication were shut down abruptly overnight
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;
Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.
It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.
I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night
The silence forced upon the mass came on a sudden Thursday, as all means of communication were shut down abruptly overnight
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
The hurt remained beneath my skin like an unwritten revelation—never acknowledged, never tended to;
Remembering Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Willem van Gogh on his 170th birth anniversary–March 30, 1853.
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.
It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s reach, safe and sound in a dust piled corner in the attic.
Street vendors whirl across their neatly kept plastic wrapped pickles, ridding them of flies and moths, covering them from unforeseen dust-storms, awaiting their customers but no one arrives.
The alarm went off just as the dawn broke through the corner of the indigo shaded curtains; 6:45 AM, 24th October, Saturday. Same as yesterday, the day before that, the entirety of October, call it a few months even.
