“Could time really alter things so much? If so, the devil that every religion taught people to fear and loathe was simply the passage of time.” -Thrity Umrigar
I think a lot, But seldom write. I feel incapable of writing. My thoughts get crystallized In my mind and refuses To flow through my pen. Frozen out of fear. Knowing that with each word I pen, I am one step closer to realizing, That I am ORDINARY.
In the dismal hours Of the darkest nights Time has a habit Of toying with my mind. Sometimes, into untraceable Cracks of thoughts, it disappears. The hands of clock drag themselves Through air of confusion and fear. Through the fate Of abysmal wait. To get rid of this rosy fog Time has put around me,Continue reading ““THE ARRIVAL”- Nayana Nair”