He got my heart. He really did. But he is an atheist. An unrepentant one. A typical former-believer-turned-unbeliever kind of atheist. Like most atheists usually
I talk to myself a lot. My parents find it strange when they walk in on me, but we always end up having a good
Life was a big circus to me. Everything was still beginning. You know that phase in your life when you had not a teeny-weeny care
Click! That’s the last sound I hear before the world goes dark. I’m crouched beside my fallen mother. My father towers above us like bent
let’s talk about our concerns, fears and hope. for a country with wealthy potentials wait, wait, aren’t we tired of being called “potential” for a
These things began in tricklesThe age-long pinch in our features, the halts in our stepsDealt by unequal hands, by vicious memories that wouldn’t be appeasedThe
