Gold Mine


It wasn’t absolutely dark. I could spot something between intervals of darkness. Something that gleamed like a firefly; glowing melodiously in the dark. As rays of light came in through the holes from the sky, I started picturing something. Rather someone; Read More

Madness of the Spring

“The sound of chirping while the dry leaves fall, the way pristine cold air touches the skin, I see the sky illuminating. Somewhere in a country called Nutopia, there exists naive romance and there are free spirits who walk on the streets. There is absolute madness and there is infinite time. Everything is beautiful and welcoming. This madness of spring shall be worth living.” Read More