Tik….Tik….Tik….Tik….The sound of the second hand tore through the deafening silence of his room like a sword through a neck. Only other resound that had the ability to clash with…

You’re given two roads to walk on. One goes all the way down to a crowded hall where the music is loud enough to have your ears feel stabbed and…

The dry winds of April incessantly struck her soul with Durvijay’s memories while she sat below the blackberry tree waiting for him to arrive in a bullock cart carrying his…