I don’t know whom to trust? Why? Because my own heart betrays me.
“ Ma! A little kajal and some eyeshadow is what I need now. ” He said to his blind mother. It was her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
Children, precious gifts of God, valued for their simplicity and honesty. But for a mother’s vengeance they matured before age and lost their ethics forever.
Walking away, she whispered, “I will be back for you.” The books in the shop nodded, knowing she meant every word.
And there comes a time when we have a lot of persons who are with us in our grief, In our happiness and in all the feels But we still demand for the one whom we love Nothing matter how many are with us That single absence affect us a lot We just only want…
“I wound people”, said knife proudly. “I wound people more than you do.” Smirked Word Silence in the background just laughed at their naivety.
Scarring my childhood with his touch and again he was there in front of me. I squirmed when he hugged me,wolf in sheep clothing.
Old man overheard Doctor informing about his Alzheimer’s. Family was sad but he was happy for making new friends everyday.
Utopia is in a mind which prefers observing over judging , contemplating over blabbering and admiring the positive over ridiculing for the negative.
“Get lost” I said. “Stay here” I meant.