Letters

The Bouquet

10:13 p.m. Dearest, The roses reached you thirty-seven minutes earlier than they should have, and we both were caught off-guard. Until you asked me the question, I saved my sanity from wandering, wondering why I sent them to you. On some days, life happened to me in such a jiffy that my mind and heart… Read More The Bouquet

Poetry

I promise.

‘I promise.’ It was dark and silent. I could barely¬†hear¬†maa’s sniffles, over my heart knocking on the walls of the cage that was built of rotten flesh and stitched skin- I could barely see baba’s eyes, turning red and teary, as he looked away from me, staring into the void, running out of words to… Read More I promise.