While you're at it

There somewhere, in the dark lonely night, as rain drops plitter platter slowly trying to make music out of air, she sits by the Window and talks endlessly to the black crow, she tells him how she wishes to have chosen them and the happine... She stops before another drop trickles down the ceiling into the electric plug, oh so similar to hers - down the eye piercing her heart, for she knows what letting go of the only one who cud've understood her means. The crow stares back aimlessly.

Yesterday

I quit job
I Slept
A deep slumber
Travelled worlds
I woke up next month
Ah, what a significant day

From the window

TRIP

TRIP

BHANDARDARA

Close up

A new face

One Day