Endings. Peace and quiet. They’re anything but, The raging storm that breaks through a ship. They’re the grand culmination that completes your journey. I would be lying if I ever dared to say to you that, I hate them with my whole heart. I adore…

Prompt for Hour one- i. a mildew stained coat, dyed by a clever Rangrez* in a russet brown shade burnt on the pyre of miseries and abandonment embers caged in an Urn neatly placed on the Oak fire mantle. ii. rosary bead ingrained with thoughts,…

First journey, toward the light and loved ones First breath of life, a cry First smile, crooked and unfocused First steps, unsteady and moving into the world First words, joyful and unintelligible First lesson, greedily absorbed, ready for more First test, study hard, hoping to…