I fell out out of the long leather chair into the Persian rug that covered two third of our living room. Burnt air had filled my lungs in my sleep, I woke up on the rug with a […]
I like your use of words. Learnt quite a few.
“Innocence is still in pains. It cries from its pristine abode. It never wants to die in the so called heavenly bliss of the instincts. At least not […]