I shook his hand, telling him my name and smiling at the fact we were complete strangers and yet had talked for about an hour.
Author: Prakhar
dum spiro, spero (while I breathe, I hope)
The real monster
Every night she sets out to kill. You can hear her anklet in the silence of the night. And when she lays her eyes on you, no matter how hard you try you can’t move.
