The Rubble’s too Heap

Her exclusive sorrowful expression had been the norm for all reflections in her modest apartment. Every mirror, window,glass,water, cutlery had gotten quite familiar with it. The face of pain, an arching of the heart, a bleeding of her soul seemed glued permanently behind closed doors. With every memory,far and recent, she sank into the dark of …

Good vibes and… Inshallah!

She had that Monalisa kind of effect. That sunshine smile in an otherwise dump day. That twinkle starlight in the eyes of a happy child .Yes, she had that effect. She could charm her way through heaven it seemed,no, out of hell perhaps . She had on a professional dress; gray, sleeveless and shy above …

OMIN! LET THE TEARS DROP

It smelt fresh,quite refreshing if you ask me. The smell of fresh air is underated. It doesn’t get enough credit as it should. It’s like that freshness you see in a freshman,or after you wash your face right after you get up. It opens you up to new senses and sensations,like pores opening up to …

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