Who knew it would take monthsif we could settle all this for once
A side of mine , which i lost years back
Now hear the quiet ticking of the clockAs brown rice bubbles silently alongAnd rain blows in to…
wanted to change you, but in the process, i changed.i miss the old me.
but you — not me
It’s no longer a case where cents make sense
It’s value has changed
“Be the change that you wish to see in the world” — Mahatma Gandhi