{book lovers} floating like two inverted amber moons, a staring contest with the devil commences, isn’t it phenomenal, that we freely read sad stories? even if we knew the ending, we couldn’t restrain from reading our story, writing each chapter,  sipping tea through a lump of brown sugar, captivated by the cracks and crevices of…

{on rainy days} greenish mildewy panes, framed the view from my corner of the world, they could always speak like this to each other,  continuing a conversation they had not begun, let us live in the now forever, that’s what her ethereal eyes tried to express. she pressed her hand against the window, to feel…