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I talk to my reflection…

I find myself looking in the mirror and these eyes staring back at me,heavy with rain… They talk to me about the times,when I thought ofunzipping this skin which I can’t When I stored the tears insidethat caused flood one… Read More ›

Winters

Snow may be harsh and chilly to the world, but to me it’s always been the scintillating spread of joy that arrived every winter, and brought my father along with it. You’d expect an army man’s daughter to be as… Read More ›