Bridging the gap between what we feel and what we say in the form of a sweet short story. Life itself is a metaphor, we keep using it to describe emotions.
Hope is the only rope. We know expectations hurts but the thin line between hope and expectations gets blur and we end up loosing ourselves in the jou...
Time and tide waits for none. Sometimes we are given a moment where we try to breathe in it but with a fear of loosing it soon. We can only bloom it w...
We usually hide our desires in a safe corner and scared to expose it out. Sometimes we try to show a light to it but a fear crawls and we again lock i...