No! I've not stolen this thought from you. I too think there's something special, something eerily beautiful about nights; nights filled with silence. I can stare at the walls for no reason. I can laugh on my own. I can scream inside my head. Well! I can even contemplate on world problems and the meaning … Continue reading Silence of the nights.
Class 6. Coimbatore. Same School. Same Class. Coincidence? I doubt it. Science class. Chapter 10. The Human Body. Eyes. You had the prettiest. Hands. I wanted to hold yours. Heart. You bloody stole mine. Maths Class. I was fond of numbers. My roll number was 4. Yours 16. 4 square 16. Coincidence? No! I was … Continue reading Coincidence.