Torn
I stare down from my rose-tinted window. The “lucky” country. With its lucky trees providing...
Maya Bharadwaj
Vietnam Adventures
– by Maya Bharadwaj The brisk breeze of the airport pumps into my lungs, leaving...
A Little Story About Growing up
The morning sun tickles my nose and gives the walls a gentle warm hue, The...
Nothing Matters
Before throwing pitchforks at my head or telling me I’m delusional, have you ever realized...
Void of Inevitability
Death does strange things to people. It lurks for a while before opening the cupboard...
Sunshine Girl…
It glared at me with spite, always with spite I crossed my legs and sat...
That stubborn teardrop!
The tear soaks up my page.I watch it widen with age. I pick up the...
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory
Music. From a young age, I knew that music was inside me. Every time I...
