It was 8 pm. I stood at her door, rang the bell and waited.
“Eleven years. A decade and a tenth. My youth. I spent every waking hour either with you, thinking about you or dreaming about you. Your eyes. Your smile. Your lips. Your hands and feet. Your long legs. Mostly, your heart. Your beautiful heart. Continue reading
Having been suffering from serious writer’s block lately, I literally write nothing that makes sense – even to me! One of the things Google suggested was to keep writing. So, story time. Well, not so much a story. Rather a conversation. Continue reading
No one could deny it.
They were young. Continue reading
I’ve always loved sunrises and Sunsets. I was asked to choose one. The verdict has been out for a few years now. Continue reading