Over a Blank Page

When the days grew longer and the nights grew darker, She sat beside the unlit candle, to think and to question her gradual dismantle. What meant world to her, was lost somewhere. Somewhere in the dark among the lights, in the lights that shone so bright. If it were anything else, she would have coped…

An invitation to DEATH!

May,2001 “Here you are John, and we were looking out for you everywhere”, said Harry. A puff was the response. “It’s fifteen minutes past five only, even Sun hasn’t come out completely, and this probably is your third one”, I said looking at his ash-tray.