I wonder why I find it so tough to refrain myself from worrying too much for no reason. Being anxious or having panic rise from the pit...

She stand by the basin mirror, Looking at my morning face; Small, bare, wheat-ish toned. The veins on the side of my forehead, Glow with...

Do you feel lost amongst the lanes you know and the roads you take everyday, because I do. Do you feel out of place while doing things...