Loy Vihar, room number sixteen. I woke up every morning listening to Vedic hymns and when the temple bells rang, they contained in them…
I'm not a murderer, let's set that straight.
Shh.
What is it that you hear?
Nothing?
“Don’t Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes,”and I appreciate its unique titleand offbeat rhythmand I can’t quite…
I do not want to be my mother.
Our love is like the wintry afternoon, gentle and comforting,
I can see clearly now my life as it was before. I was an innocent.