“Wear and tear of the things we fear Crack open that heart and soul too dear Find those rifts, loop holes with dirt all smeared Once pure white shirt is all tinted and grimy Broken buttons adorn it now,

“Why the rains hitting me like paper planes today, The toothless puddle grinning through the moist hay, Every leaf, sand per say Narrating the story, where my childhood still lays. When laughters didn’t

The shrill sound of the alarm clock, broke my deep slumber, it’s 5:30 am, I throw my cosy blanket away and after what I call a ‘feline stretch’, start the day by smiling at my reflection in the glass,

‘Lemon ice tea with a drop of honey please’ she iterated after going through the menu, her perfectly manicured hands glimmering against the hard brown cover. Her red nails in perfect cohesion with her