The Morning After My Death

It's a brand new day, and the sun is as bright as your parent's smiles when they first held you in their arms. The birds are jolly, but you can't hear their voices because this city has woken up, and everyone is once again ready to live their monotonous life. The same old clinking of … Continue reading The Morning After My Death

In the Battleground

I grew up, listening of praises, taps on shoulders, proud smiles on faces, the favourite of teachers, envied by kids I called friends, with friendship comes competition, I had never known smart, intelligent, brilliant, all these remarks in my card, which they claimed would decide what would become of me, years went by, I felt … Continue reading In the Battleground