words elaborate the emotions you see in one’s eyes while the eyes define what one’s soul feels.
Do you remember? Do you remember the glory of us? Do you remember the pain bestowed upon us? Do you remember it all or Do you remember the bits & pieces?
By saanvi3 months ago in Poets
One day I’d like to wake up and matter- Not to you Not to her Not to him Nor this world But Just to myself. Pen down healing words in my dark wounds,
By saanvi5 months ago in Poets
My father's immediate bosses who I "thought" were Americans (pay attention to the word thought) recently joined us for dinner. They were not necessarily Americans though. One was a 55 year old man born in France to African parents but earns his livlehood in America by working in a NGO which supports the poor in the Asian Diaspora. The other was a beautiful 70 year old French woman who fell in love with an American man in Italy and hence raised a family of four in Boston, USA.
By saanvi5 months ago in Humans
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