I thought i saw a tree, all brown and grey Waiting endlessly for an unknown change There are those who write stories, and there are those who don't Then there is a me, who comes to truce, although there is no muse If only i could pause Should I look out for some light ?… Continue reading Soar
I'm an ordinary manWho desires nothing more than just an ordinary chanceTo live exactly as he likes and do precisely what he wantsAn average man am I, of no eccentric whimWho likes to live his life free of strifeDoing whatever he thinks is best for himWell, just an ordinary man"~Reminiscing a verse from My Fair… Continue reading A rough freehand sketch Hooman!
A basic pencil sketch of a woman in a household
"2 X 4 eees? What is 2 X 4 Tara? Tara!" Chitra Miss’s voice echoed in a distant resonance. Tara counted her fingers and wondered how a 2 x a 4 could not be 6, and gradually her gaze would take a stroll towards the blue eyed Barbie doll twinkling through the transparent bag that… Continue reading The Yellow Bag
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