Threads of smoke fumed through her head
Colors of dew draped her skin
Blades of grass caressed her
And she laid still,
Set to get dressed in the shroud.
I write about what affects me, enthralls me. I write my experiences, I write my emotions. To grow, to learn, to live, to celebrate Life. I write.
I got a chance to watch a play after a long time. The play is titled Tumhare bare mein. written by Manav Kaul Luckily I got it ...
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