The Final Transaction

It was a pleasant evening in Paris, a little drizzle and the pathway lit-up with beautiful street lamps which resonated with the 19th century. Beautiful dim street lights with yellowish blaze lit-up the streets with the smell of beautiful roses. Fresh and alive as the people who resided there. Everyone knew the source of the... Continue Reading →

Dear Insecurities.

Dear Insecurities of Mine, I know, you exist to remind me something from the past, I am well aware of how your existence is quite logical and profitable for me, But I'm tired, I'm tired of hearing your name every time I try to do something unique, I'm not scared any more, I don't care... Continue Reading →

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