Knock knock, who's there, it's me , it's you who , it's me who ready to whoop your ass

At sixteen, the caption read, this boy has never been hugged. Aoyama gazed for sometime at the kid's face. It was the face of a human being who'd been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds.   The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.

He said, "The word for moonlight is moonlight."  This made her happy. It was logically complex and oddly moving and circularly beautiful and true - or maybe not so circular but straight as straight can be.

Love is that what you say. Love  is  that whom you  feel.

Written By Samarendra mohanty .

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links