He always watches the path as he passes by every time, determined to travel on the unknown path and to find out what is present in there.
I was hoping someday, somewhere else I will hear the familiar voice call me and rush into my arms. But she found a new path, a path she chose for the life
When I came near the tree I felt an unusual haul towards the path. The ‘uncanny path’, to be precise. Voices in my head screaming ‘do not turn’.
The boy tied the tree in a rope and cycled it for a long away. The end of the night people gathered only appreciated that boy for his quick help
The story of a journey of a mother and daughter back home. There is something lurking in the dark, waiting for them. Something isn’t just right in the way!
You are a woman, a beautiful creation of God,Divine, holy, worshipped by all,Loving, caring, forgiving,You are a woman, a sordid weasel,A victim, a piece of garbage struck far,
Her hair blew in the wind as I held her hands in mine, I stared deep into her eyes, I promised, I will come back. I gently brushed a strand away from her face,