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Plights of the Wistful Heart

“Ornate skies are nothing but an illusion of beauty, don’t you think? The stars abscond with darkness and leave behind emptiness so profound. What stays is the moon, whose presence is oblivious to most.” said Jane, her voice drowned in melancholy. Continue reading Plights of the Wistful Heart


Mucked up state of mind

“Stop it! You’re hurting everyone!”, screamed daddy. I’m breaking cups from my mom’s collection, neatly showcased in a wooden rack she bought from an antique shop whilst showpiece hunting. It has beautiful floral carvings, purely a work of dexterous hands. Mom is sitting on a chair near dining hall, her beautiful face now smeared with tears. I’m bombarding the wooden floor with every breakable item … Continue reading Mucked up state of mind