She lied. For me, she died? Oh, she lied that she cried. I didn’t know Love. But, my heart skipped a beat whenever I heard someone even say, “I love her.” Because it reminded me of you. The way you used to tell me through various ways of yours that you loved me. And that … More She Lied. For me, she died?
I’m not afraid to die. I’m just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn’t die a little with me. … More She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
Not a love story but, a story about love. Because, Feelings do change.
Memories do fade.
And when life ends,
‘The Heart Understands’. … More She was back. Again.
This is an Urdu post. Trying to put emotions into words. … More Mera Rab Jaanta Tha
A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love. … More Forgive Yourself Too: Before Dying
Like a Raconteur, I was belittled and baffled by my misfortunes to my demons hurling and gazing at my foregoes every damn time. I burnt like an anthracite. Slowly and intensely. “What are you waiting for? Come with us“, they asked in a thunderous disturbance. “Death”, I uttered in a ruptured voice. And I could … More Feels of My Demons
“If you don’t know what’s right, you have no right to say what’s wrong.” Dad marked me with these words when I was to leave my hometown for the first time, for further studies. “You are not a kid anymore. You have responsibilities of late as of now.”, he prompted. My mind was still stuck … More Sometimes Love Is Not Enough: #1. Dad, you know I love you.