I write..
There is something so comforting yet so terrifying, something so devastatingly beautiful in wanting the things we can’t have, some different kind of passion altogether. She was there again. Just like the last time when she gave a piece of herself away. When she made a part of herself stone cold when she promised... Continue Reading →
Her eyes opened to a sunny sky and a messy-haired head with sleepy eyes looking right at her. “Were you watching me sleep?” she was awed. “Ha-ha! No, you snore so loud I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’ll make this romantic by watching you wake up,” he answered. “You’re so mean and I don’t... Continue Reading →
I write- introduction
ojaswinkathuria 