We’re so far away from home. Why, then, does this feel like home? This distance between us is foreign. Why, then, does it feel so familiar? No one has been on this path before. Why, then, is it downtrodden? Our homes are a mess and so are our hearts. Why, then, are our thoughts so tidy? Our minds are a…
Author: Pahal Agrawal
Pahal is a 16 year old aesthete and an aspiring writer with a love for books and all things minimalistic. She enjoys learning new things and hopes to make a difference in the world.
What’s true and what’s not?
You went from being the reason I smiled the moment I woke up in the morning to the reason I cry myself to sleep. From being the glint in my eyes to the void filled in them. From being the dimples in my smile to the wrinkles in my frown. You were a breath of fresh air in the stale…
Saudade
I roam the deserted streets where we once spent happy times, With the echoes of our laughter to keep me company. And I’m reminded of the sparkles in your eyes that brightened the darkest of nights, When we sat by the waterfall as the world fell asleep, Making promises we could never keep. There’s a corner in my heart where…