30 January 2002 Dear diary, I woke up with a fit of cough, staining the bedsheet with crimson. I barely even reached the washroom before I threw up. I was then swept with a wave of dizziness and somehow managed to get a hold of myself. I finished up my morning chores and shakily walked to […]Read More
Each night she hoped for a better tomorrow
Each day they killed her hopes…..
A poem to a friend in the past.Read More
… and she put down the phone and started sobbing, eventually breaking down in the sofa. If only she never let him go, he wouldn’t have gone missing in the middle of the Indian ocean. Each tear of hers, dropping into her lap was filled with remorse and regret and a fear of never seeing him again.Read More
It’s all about the moments we recognise…Read More
Reunions are special, at times magical.
Reunions are full of surprises!
What if you never return from one?
But some day I shall be looking back over the horizons I’ve conquered
I’d sigh in relief, for then I’d Have a Story to Tell.