Month: November 2015


Isn’t it strange that we never got a picture clicked together and yet I remember all of you,every tiny detail and each speck of the moments I spent with you. The day you watched me dance on that stage surrounded by a thousand spectators and … Continue reading ;



As I walked down the street, earplugs in my ears, weariness in my mind and  heaviness in my heart, I realized the fairy lights didn’t have the same effect on me. They just shone there, deprived of their gleam. I just glared at them,you know? … Continue reading Streets.