• Bitter Truth
    A sigh! no matter,  where you had been? Whoever you met? Home is the only place that tranquillizes you. After reaching home, I kept the keys...
  • Like sand through an hour glass
    Standing and staring through the window pane, Flowing continuously and pouring out of the brain. Meandering from carefree to anxious musings...
  • Women's Day Special
    Placing herself on both sides of the bar; Called delicate, nurtured and grown a new born; Tagged as emotional, left her parent’s place...