Gasping for breath, I quickened my pace. In the dead of the night, I could hear my footsteps as my wet rubber slippers brushed against the concrete floor. The cacophony of the bustling station had waned away with the dying light. I sit on an empty-wooden bench. Ripped edges and slivers of wood, pee Read More...
He neatly brushed his oiled hair to one side, pushing tiny strands behind his ears. “A side parting suits you, in my opinion”, he remembered her coyly smiling as they walked to school on a winter morning. Placing the bottle of coconut oil back in the shelf, he carefully put the marigold Read More...