One morning of March and the preceding night…the peregrinations of love and its apotheosis.
Christmas and the joy that it brings in every heart. But what is it that has kept Abel sad for long and why he longs to meet the Santa? …It is the beauty of love, faith and friendship that makes Abel smile again.
My breath sharer The thunderous beating of our hearts, menaces the made-up world beyond the woods. The death like darkness, gives us a life not lived beyond the woods. I balter in your presence, far way from the hapless desires that abound beyond the woods. The chill of the breeze drifts us closer, unlike the distance beyond […]