Every morning, without fail, my alarm blares to life, shattering the peaceful silence. Groggily, I reach over and hit the snooze button. Just…
Alright, picture this: I am chilling out, vibing to a romantic tune like I always do. But this time…
It is a question that we get asked many times.
In college’s fleeting span, memories softly bloom,
The warmth of summer sunshine on golden afternoons,
The echo of laughter in an old photograph,
What is art?
Art is pain,
She gazed at me asserting herselfAs my whole world came crashing in.The life, completely drained,The jovial, positive…