He began writing after losing someone something that was meant to be his. Some losses do not leave quietly. They return as whispers, settling deep within, between silence and unfinished sentences. Writing became a way for him to listen to those whispers to give shape to what could not be spoken aloud and to survive memories that refused to fade.
This book is not a collection of poems.
It is a gathering of whispers emotions he could not es
He began writing after losing someone something that was meant to be his. Some losses do not leave quietly. They return as whispers, settling deep within, between silence and unfinished sentences. Writing became a way for him to listen to those whispers to give shape to what could not be spoken aloud and to survive memories that refused to fade.
This book is not a collection of poems.
It is a gathering of whispers emotions he could not es
Hello myself, Amrapali I am courageous and powerful now. My life showed me different colors. After passing through each up and down, I could hardly survive. At last the only thought I would have was just to end myself, some days made me think that it's a cursed life which I got, but it is said that good things take time for me Mr. Kartik was the guardian angel. He gave me so much confidence due to which I am in this state now, from a broken hope to a new st