Damsel In Distress
the opening scene of many plays but the resolution of none.
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the opening scene of many plays but the resolution of none.
Read More Damsel In DistressWhen you sip a taste of their faraway thoughts, you have a longing for more. Like an unwrapped gift. Like something shipped. Like a faraway person in a distant terrace, visible but unheard. But if they are as close to your window as trees and their frequent phone calls, random fights, casual fucks, and crying […]
Read More MirageWhat do you call strange? A man walking by your side singing 90’s hymn. Or a little guy who met your eyes, in the mid of sunlight, begging with arms held high. I call them the common strangers. The ones who are strange not by ones nature, but just by knowing. We don’t know them […]
Read More Strangers 2.0Every morning, I wake up and I wash. I wash the dirt off my skin. Hoping there is just a layer to peel off. That maybe, a light scrub will make me clean. But still every dawn, I’m messier than before. Maybe I should scrub harder, maybe I should scrub untill it hurts and there […]
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