“We are what we pretend to be,
Long back, when i was a little kid,
Have you ever felt that your reality is a dream?
There I stood, confused, with my thoughts fussy like a swarm of bees. Continue reading “Regret.”
It was almost noon, but the clouds were covering the sun giving the feel of a late afternoon. I sat there, alone, in my room, staring out of the open window. The cool breeze flew in carrying the fragrance of wet soil,