In the chilling whispers of the night,
Thoughts begin to race, take flight.
I listen to my shallow breathing
And the thump of my heart’s rhythmic beating.
When emotions pour out one by one,
I try to escape them, I try to run.
Anxiety creeps …
Continued from ‘Not Her Cup of Tea: Part I’
She was back in the rain- this time with a new purpose. She was still frowning, but her facial muscles were tensed with concentration, versus her previous hopelessness.
She was still Amaan with her…
It was that time of the year when the school decides to reward attendance with two weeks of exams. An optimist would say, “at least they gave us study leave” but not me, since any attempt at being positive typically gets squashed like a fruit fly….