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…

Gone are the days!

Gone are the days when she believed that people don’t change, When she herself isn’t what she was a year back How can she expect people around to stay the same? Now, she says lesser about herself her stories do it for her, Now, her eyes witness more of the world by sitting in her…