Dear Hannah, I know it doesn’t make any sense to write a letter to a dead person. But then, you have left tapes to people after killing yourself, so
I’ve been cramped up inside this small cage for far too long. The steel wires are constantly abrading my feathers, leaving me a little more naked with each passing minute.
I woke up and he was gone. It was not the first time when a guy had left me alone in the morning with the memories of the night. The
The glare of the bright lights on the stage blinded him for a moment. His heart was in an overdrive and he was afraid that the audience could hear it
“Bhaiya, you have to drop me off first,” were the first words which fell on my ears as I got into the Uber which I had booked to return home
What do we usually do when someone who means a lot to us, leaves us? We don’t usually search for ways to let go. We don’t usually look for