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...