Come, cry with me. Accompany me. Let us sit on that old-cold bench together. With the head uplifted towards the dark sky, let us cry those tears dying to roll down the curves, together and paint the blue, the apparent... Continue Reading →
Come, cry with me. Accompany me. Let us sit on that old-cold bench together. With the head uplifted towards the dark sky, let us cry those tears dying to roll down the curves, together and paint the blue, the apparent... Continue Reading →
"Ananya, The Verbal Seduction." 