Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Perhaps it isn't about memories. It is about those fragments of us we have left behind never to be claimed back. It is about that broken us who can never be whole again. It is about those cracks that define us in every manner. It is about that heart which still remembers to love, those eyes which shed tears and that us that continues to live despite it all.
P.S: While working on my manuscript, these lines just crept on in my mind.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Finally the day had ended without any news from you. I finally concluded you had lied yet again and left without a trace. Coming to think of it I wondered if you had ever told me the truth. No, it would be wrong to blame you. It was me who could never hear the lies.