Being sick of those shrieking guitars and a mixture of feelings watching what I wanted to behold but I wasn't supposed to do for my own benefit, I decided to leave. With the passage of distance and time, I was finally feeling alright but surprise! There it was again. A face that melts my heart… Continue reading Amour


The Guilt

I was skeptic if his presence could still be bothering me as it had been before I went for a week's holidays back home. But unlike I planned, he, an asshole, would appear before me finding ways to blow me up. I know that this is a rare and heartening attitude, as it somehow indicates… Continue reading The Guilt