Ask me about the stars and the constellations.Tell me how childish I am for still making a wish over a falling star.Ask me about the last time I cried.Convince me that a sign of mere frailty is not what tears are.
Thursday, April 5, 2018I have been falling the whole time,so peaceful and calm.But, always in an illusionthat I should be the one flyingthe one reaching places,the one searching for others facesand the one in a vicious circle.
I have always been obsessed with the word self-love. Social media is mostly occupied by it with numerous quotes and articles upon articles written on it. But I was never interested in the topic, perhaps at the time, I felt sufficiently loved and so, was complacent.
Football mania is sweeping the entire globe. Is there anyone who isn’t enchanted by the World Cup? I would not trust that person if I ever met them. Every four years, the World Cup brings the world together and this summer’s football carnival promises to enthrall.
The sound of thunder woke me up in a sudden shock. My eyes were soft with sleep and my body limp. As I threw away the blanket and sat upright, a flash of white came zig-zagging down the sky, striking the earth and rattling everything. For a second, the room lit up and its every detail became visible. I looked at the clock. It was 4 am. A loud rumbling followed soon after and my heart swelled in excitement.