Different Shades of Grief
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…