“I write to you for I must Not as a tragic hero or scapegoat Or one tribal outcast as poets must But as one with the burden of truth Though in your possession are truths And versions of truth many That best serves the modern conveniences… Spend years a troublous life and you can’t flee…
Emotionally she’s done Mentally she’s drained Spiritually she’s dead But physically she smiles. She is a Mother.
I don’t know whether they were crying or not, but when the rain and ocean met, it felt like the incomplete love story had got the perfect ending.
Winter? Check. Still heavy downpour of rain? Check. A steaming mug of coffee? Check. A warm sweater? Check. Blanket wrapped around me? Check. A book to cherish? Check. Solitude? Check. Winter rains had never felt so magnificent before. I felt like I was in an introvert’s paradise.
I wish just as how the rain drops and leaves met today, we could meet everyday.
“Why don’t we get gifts?” asked the 5 year old. “The rains are our gift from God.” the farmer father replied.
Nicholas Sparks, the American writer of bestselling books such as Message In a Bottle, The Notebook and A Walk To Remember, has come up with a new, exciting, romantic plot which will leave its readers crying as well as longing for more. Waiting for a book that is heartbreakingly romantic? A story that you can…
The girl wearing the hoodie sitting in the corner of their favorite cafe, carrying a single notebook, knew about loss. How the four letter word could affect a person and change their world forever. How that four letter word can change the person itself; helping the person to shut down from the rest of the…
Walking away, she whispered, “I will be back for you.” The books in the shop nodded, knowing she meant every word.
“I wound people”, said knife proudly. “I wound people more than you do.” Smirked Word Silence in the background just laughed at their naivety.