Read the comic strip that inspired the short story here I hate rainy season, I thought to myself, standing in front of the window in this storm. It's not the way the sky bleeds water that irritates me. Not the cold wind or the general wetness or the puddles or the road blockage. No. I … Continue reading Thunderstorms
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Paris
We both wanted to visit Paris. It was our Fifth Anniversary. Months of planning. Preparation. And finally here we are. Its evening now, the sun is on the horizon. Social media duly updated. Obligatory selfies duly taken. Here we are, just her and me, finally together in the city of Love. As we walk, hand … Continue reading Paris
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