Category Archives: #childhood
Silent cry for help – Memories
Ever felt how strong a grip your memories have on you, nobody realises that how fucked up it is to drown in your own thoughts, how helpless you feel…they say bullets ,drugs, alcohol can tear u up but what they
Silent cry for help – Memories
Ever felt how strong a grip your memories have on you, nobody realises that how fucked up it is to drown in your own thoughts, how helpless you feel…they say bullets ,drugs, alcohol can tear u up but what they
Lost childhood
It was 12:30 pm ,raining , I was returning home tired and inervated ,I noticed something I had forgotten in years….Playing…. and by playing I don’t mean video games,or games in computers or mobiles ..I mean the ones we used to
Lost childhood
It was 12:30 pm ,raining , I was returning home tired and inervated ,I noticed something I had forgotten in years….Playing…. and by playing I don’t mean video games,or games in computers or mobiles ..I mean the ones we used to
UNNOTICED PAIN ~ memories I need to forget but how am i suppose to do that when everyone beside me makes me realize how excruciated i was!
I looked around, i saw everyone smiling, smile which had come out from the depth of the heart….. And I felt ashamed…a small grin crept in their faces when they were planning a family tour…I gazed at them and one
UNNOTICED PAIN ~ memories I need to forget but how am i suppose to do that when everyone beside me makes me realize how excruciated i was!
I looked around, i saw everyone smiling, smile which had come out from the depth of the heart….. And I felt ashamed…a small grin crept in their faces when they were planning a family tour…I gazed at them and one
Tortured childhood
As I look back,I remember things I don’t want to… I remember mom getting torchered day by day..getting beaten up,crying not because of scars but because of pain,spending hours and hours talking to God ,crying silently so that people don’t
Tortured childhood
As I look back,I remember things I don’t want to… I remember mom getting torchered day by day..getting beaten up,crying not because of scars but because of pain,spending hours and hours talking to God ,crying silently so that people don’t
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