A strange hand is crawling under my top from behind.
The hand keeps crawling.
I am breathing heavily.
It’s getting too scary.
I want to scream..
I want to run..
I want to do something!
There...
“Life can sometimes feel like an overproduced song, with a cacophony of a hundred instruments playing all at once. Sometimes the song sounds better stripped back to just a guitar and a voice...
Hey beautiful people!
Up, down, near, far, high, low, wherever you are I express my deepest gratitude for your presence in my life and I wish for you to understand and accept the beautiful life each...
“How are you doing, Aditi?”
The doctor asked while sliding all the other files away and bringing a little yellow file closer to him for inspection.
“I am fine.”
I found myself...