“Hayat..?” He said once more. I stood there, still, my heart stopped pumping blood, my full body was shaking. What was it..? Why was it..? Why did he wanted to talk to me.. “HE”, “Neil Wilson”. He looked at me like I was a little child, scared of strangers. “You left your notebook on your […]Read more "He was a relief…!"
Is it difficult..? Is it difficult to put a fake smile on face when each and every bone of your body is breaking down, when your heart is shouting at the top of it’s voice, when your body and soul are not cooperating with your brain, when you are fighting with yourself in your head, when the […]Read more "Continued…"
17 August 2017. Here I am, standing at the gate of Stephen University. It’s beautiful here, the only thing I don’t like here is.. well… Humans..!! I looked myself in the mirror this morning.. and wondered, am I pretty?? My ex-friends and present enemies used to say I am… The person who made my life […]Read more "First day of survival."
Dear Diary, Here I am, again, I know I am the reason of your Boredom. I have been filling you with my complaints and sadness for over one year. But still you know you are my best friend. I don’t know how I am living my life and how am I going to live like […]Read more "INTROVERT"