Pricetag On Dreams

Dreams, The perfect ones get executed in a flawless manner, The worst ones make it to the Hall of Shame, Forever thought of, Never forgotten, Things that did matter the most, Now stay in my closet, finding their place behind the old dusty jacket, They have forgotten their existence altogether,  While learning about each other,... Continue Reading →

The Girl Who Called Me “Veere”

"I have died every day waiting for you" She told herself while adoring her nameplate fixed on the door, She had worked quite hard to achieve something like that, But was that just an achievement for her? Just another medal in her closet? Or just something that her family would be proud of? Or was... Continue Reading →

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