I create stories to share a map to my imagination.
A pair of feet disturbed the tranquil stream on the land as they moved. They carried a rhythm. A man in pale harem pants, which were slightly grey and mostly white, walked less and grooved more with a steady pace on the path between the rice fields on either side.
By Aryamanabout a month ago in Chapters
To the man who unblinded me, … I don’t know where you are! It is an irony to even anticipate about that. There was a time I prayed that you didn't show up yet you did.
By Aryaman2 months ago in Chapters