And we’ll meet by the river in the golden hour How can someone be so pretty yet so empty? Filled with autumn hues, elusive fragrances and misty promises in their eyes, like a lonely river flowing incessantly sparkling little waves Yet so doomed? The poet thought sitting on the old wooden bench by the river. …
A mansion full of books, art, sculpture, luxury foods, diamonds, and people. These are rich people. They have a different life. Unlike us, they don’t have to worry about little things like inflation or petrol price hike or school fee hikes. They don’t have to worry about even the big things: taxes are taken care …
Meeting people is now a privilege. It seems unnatural now. Like the fragrance of the jasmine flowers in early autumn, or the sparkling dewdrops on the leaves of grass. I remember a time when we used to be happy meeting our friends, strolling through the village streets in the winter mornings, hearing the songs of …