Midnight, exactly when inspiration flowed down to you like a river that you wished would just dry already. Kill me not, because indeed inspiration was everything that pushed every writer to keep sitting in front of their laptop with their finger dancing on the keyboard. Yet somehow it was like the wind was mocking me … Continue reading Inspiration


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Standing alone at the airport at 2 am in the morning. Sad, isn't it? That young woman was wearing a peach colored blouse along with knee-long pencil skirt. She was leaning herself onto the wall while checking his watch from time to time. She started to frown and tap her heels after 20 minutes had … Continue reading Welcome Home