Rant 126 : The trait of not moving on

I was there in my apartment. Lying on the bed, pillow by my head, a speaker playing my favourite songs. A small cup with warm mustard oil and a small cloth in it. I had asked for an off from work that day as I had around 9 CL’s left with me and it wasContinue reading “Rant 126 : The trait of not moving on”

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