How would like your death to be, if you could choose the way to go?
I am scared that I won't be able to wear the mask I have artfully mastered for Pujo, this year.
Have you ever wondered why is it always you? We all have, I think.
A shot at a fan-fiction. By a forever Potterhead.
I have always been aware of the thin line between falling in love with a person and loving them. There are many I love and would be happy to give anything up for. And many versions of them I have fallen in love with. The guy with a perfectly calligraphic tattoo on his fair shoulder …
Such a platitude theme, is not it? You see everyone writing poems and snippets and stories and novels on their first love. Some are uncompounded, ending with a 'happily ever after' and some extravagant, ending on a note that forces the person to sit and jot down all those unsaid emotions that he craved to …
Do you ever wonder how difficult it must be for them? And yet, they do not complain.