January doesn’t amble, stroll, or linger. January strides, with pride and such motion that I fear of reaching the year end in a blink. For several years, I lived a resolution free January- my January mornings were mostly cautious, looking at Facebook feeds of other people who wanted to try new things, amend new lifestyle […]
I know some people have multiple faces. You just have to blink while talking to them. Acid smiles. Random Kindness. And then they turn to someone you never could know.
Her clock is uncanny. It does not stop after finding time-stamps on all eternal promises, and on animated blemishes caused by dead wounds.