Well, it’s not about me and you and maybe it’s also not about the world either. This shifting place from my feet and flashing lights on my skin from the nearby window wants an answer as to why you aren’t…
She’s a known world, an aftermath of a brilliantly crafted story projected to selected people of questionable character. She’s something one sees and keeps in mind for a while and then forgets as if it never happened. A moral that…
I won’t talk of those who ride their wheels like a mad sheep or those willing to share their hair with all passing by. I won’t think of those who delay life like an Indian Monsoon and neither of those…