'I do not think you are telling the truth!' Rab cried as she pushed him out into the cold. She shrugged noncommittally. All she wanted at this point was to be left alone. To cry. To mourn. To wallow in self... Continue Reading →
Save yourself Little Girl, Stop waiting for someone to come and save you, You are on your own. -Josephin August.
What are men to rocks and mountains- Pride and Prejudice. ‘Rab?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Put on your sunglasses.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I can see all the way down to your soul. And you know what I see?’ ‘What?’ ‘Nothing.’
'How are you, honey?', the nurse asked. 'I've got this wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. My gut. My chest. Everywhere.' 'You're sick, Yar.' 'No. I'm dying.'