Writer. Dreamer. Opportunist.
I woke up this morning with a jerk.
The window was open, a warm breeze made its way through the curtains towards me, brushing my hair gently.
Zafar; victory.
True to his name, Zafar Ali never lost anything. He always got what he wanted, when he wanted and the way he…
Dear You,
A delicately embroidered, orange Omamori.“It brings luck,” The Japanese man smiled.I…
It was the end of a chilly November. We lay there wrapped in each other, in empty silence, with only the sound of unsaid words echoing with…
The other night you asked me to give you one reason to stay. I said nothing. I turned and slept…