UNCERTAIN

NAWAL KESHRI PHOTOGRAPHY

SLEEPWALKERS

LAST NIGHT

  He woke up to their laughter. Outside, it was just another morning. Inside, it was all very confusing. The room smelled faintly of lavender and old mattresess. He managed to stand. Grabbed… Continue reading

THIS IS NOT A STORY

This is not a story of Shoes. Or snow. Or mountains. To be honest, it is no story at all. He was no writer. He just liked to remember with the precision and… Continue reading

LETS CROSS OVER

MIDLIFE MATRIMONY

MAN FROM ELYSIAN FIELD

SHE LIKED WORKING WITH HER HANDS

She liked working with her hands so that her mind was free to think. To the villagers she was getting old, but inside she knew she was still the girl with three-ponytails and… Continue reading

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