An aura of mystery she has with her coz no one knows what she hides, whether it’s the evil hands or the divine light that could dawn from those impenetrable depths. And the static outlooks yet declare, “Well black ,It’s a color of grief, a porter of rotten luck and downfall it se Read More...
I watch the fine sand grains trickling through those curves. An undying beauty-she stood over the wooden , worn out table. Gazing through the antique hourglass epitomizing time, a random question shot through my mind. Are my days dropping down , just like the sand oozing down… Slowly did I Read More...
