Closer than a brother

"Until when?" A question that every so often becomes a subject of monologue in her brain. "Until when will this pain keep corroding my joy?  Until when will I writhe…

This heart of mine..

So I am here now. Looking back I understand that it was a gradual process; digging a hole that would eventually bury me. Life had lost meaning and recollecting myself…

Watch your words

"Not everything that can be said needs to be said"  I came across this phrase while skimming through a couple of articles. It lingered so long in my mind that…