Different

Days like these are the worst. Tangled within the vines of social norms and everything that defines what is common logic. Where do you go for solace and comfort when the rest of the world sees the world in a different shade of grey? Where can you run to, away from the people who reject…

Forty Days of E-mails (2)

Today marks Day 9, (if you don’t know what is going on, read this!) and probably a turning point in this entire course of adventure. I was just going on how I have some serious abandonment issues in my previous e-mails because simply, so many people have walked in and out of my life in…

Last.

She danced with him on a Saturday night a love that seemed so right a love so blind, of hidden desires closer to that of mine. A love, that lasted all night, but burning out by the coming of the morning light. “Come dance with me”, she says to him, a faded memory of a…