Comfort Zone

The black guitar laying next to a book shelf allured me. It was untouched and out of tune. It's dusty too. I don't know how to play it, but I have it at my home. It is ridiculous. I wanted to break it into a million pieces. There were people around me and I didn't … Continue reading Comfort Zone

Pink and Cliché

I don't think of you whenever the tree sheds a dying flower. I'm reminded of you because you are always there wherever I am. But as far as I know, the tree that bears no leaves sheds a flower or two whenever I think about you. "You're my favourite colour during this season." I confessed … Continue reading Pink and Cliché