With this quest on my mind, I dug deeper and deeper and deeper. At the core of this graveyard, I was still struggling to derive the definition of a writer. It was hard to realize that I, somehow began to give more importance to ‘Comparison’.
Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. She is happy; so, I should be happy for her. Why should I cry? Boys don’t cry. After all, she was the one who inspired me to do what I meant to do always; because
At the initial stage of mopping the runway, one must keep your fragile and distorted emotions to yourselves? What if the frisson of malicious land ate you?…… Read more “A thought for the day: Six”