Remember The Days
It’s the small moments that we’ll always remember
The first hello, the goodbyes and the I hope I’ll see you again
The sweetness that lingers and the pain that leaves us in shreds
And it’... Read More...
Photo by Aalutamaa
How would people remember me?
As the girl with a mole on her lips?
The one who never failed to keep her kajal undone.
Maybe as the girl who was loud when she was expressing something un... Read More...
It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence... Read More...