Life has reduced itself to moments and now to a few notes, that are left unedited in the draft box.
“If everybody desires you, then you probably aren’t my type,” said the woman craving for love in the last decade of her life.
Only when the last bird will take its flight, the entire humankind will cheer, weep and applaud.
“I never feel lonely because I have soliloquy’s every 24*7”, said the woman to herself.
When the trees bear the colours of rust, I know it’s autumn. My favourite time of the year.
Sometimes we fail to understand how lovely a human touch can be.
With the songs of the crickets, the nights became more comforting than days.