Quench

As she gulped down the last drop of syrup from the bottle, Acting as she loved it, It had now become a thing in her hourly schedule, She couldn't unsee it, The void that was left for her, An Eerie silence that demanded her patience, Time does heal the scar, but for her, it was... Continue Reading →

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 →

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