It was 11.36 p.m IST. I was in my room. I got a call, with a dialing code (+1), which surely wasn't Indian. As I would have done, which is usually declining an unknown number, this time I didn't. I picked it up not knowing what was up, nothing. Rightfully I said "hello", and there… Continue reading Trash posting what I found on my notes app
Tag: writing
Every night I sit down…
Every night I sit down, To write about you. As the moon shines, the stars glitter and the sky with its scars watch me; As if, an artist was about to paint a masterpiece. I sit down, and think. But I fail to write. Not because I don't have the words, But because it wouldn't… Continue reading Every night I sit down…
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