"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."
She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.
After 15 long years, long years of no freedom, long years of being buried,
Every time I enter it, this building carves out a tiny piece of my heart, leaving behind the sharp tang of hospital bleach and lemon-scented air freshener in its place.
Ameera was the apple of her grandfather’s eyes. Due to having working parents, she lived with her grandparents most of the time.
Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.