Even if I want, I can never- EVER- forget 24 December, 2013- a Tuesday, that Christmas Eve. I, along with my father and my brother, had gone to Park Street. Park Street looked so beautiful. So cheerful. The lights, happy faces, clicking pictures, wearing the Santa hat. We’d to park our car because the crowd …
Whenever I maliciously gossip about others, I feel so dirty. I mean, WHO THE HELL AM I TO SAY OR EVEN THINK THOSE SORT OF THINGS ABOUT THEM IN CERTAIN ASPECTS WHEN I AM NOT PERFECT ON MY SIDE!? I feel horrible- very, VERY disgusted when I find myself bitching about others. I try not to even think …
The tone of “hello” is too deep to understand. This evening, I was engaged in Whatsapping one of my friends, and being too lazy to type, I thought of using the audio facility provided by the app. Of course, I have recorded my voice a lot of times, but I have never really paid attention to …
