She was on her way back to her home. The narrow lane which leads to her House was dark and daunting But beautiful and quite. She was humming some tune and Was as blissful as usual. All of the sudden someone seized Her hands, and threw her into dark. She couldn’t see his face, But she was scared as hell.…
Father, Oh Dear Father! You Rock! Holding your hands, I learnt to walk, Amazed would be you, to see me scribble with chalk, I was your twinkle and your talk, Father, oh Dear Father! You always Rock. My one stop fix, the one who has a magic stick, Pumped in confidence and shoved away my anxieties with a click, For…
I came with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I’m who am from my head to toes, I tend to get loud when speaking to mind. Even a little crazy some of the time Yes, being different- for I like silence more than voices, darkness more than brightness, emptiness more than chaos. I’m not the one craving for the excitement…