I saw the many little things that shaped you,
perfect and flawed;
time and space started to dissipate.Quite the contrary to skydiving,
I fell slowly at first, then all at once;
onto a field of mines.It’s been a long time since I hit the ground,
yet I’m so deeply in love;
even as a virgin to your touch.
Inspiration. Aspirations. Exploration
short story writer
Life as GP Registrar: 10 minutes at a time
A girl's journey to finding herself.
fiction is my refuge.
Otherwise the night is too dark
Change Your World
musings of a young female writer
If you can make them laugh, you've got them where you want.
andaz apna apna
collecting words, one letter at a time.
Muslim. Mom. Filmmaker. Hopeless romantic.
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Eating our way through Colombo, Sri Lanka
My view of the hilltops.
Just another WordPress.com weblog
my pulse, my vagrant selves, my poetry.
