Of battles and smiles

It comes as a shock to me.  The kind of shock where time suddenly seems to stand still for two seconds. And you feel you are just seeing a scary dream. And that you would wake up and breathe a sigh of relief. Except that you don't.  Because it is not a dream. Scrolling all … Continue reading Of battles and smiles

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The little things

The old wooden door creaks in protest as I head out. Still dark. A flash of lightening momentarily lights up the street in front of me. It looks cold, damp and forbidding. Thunder, again. Like an omen.