Tuesday, 9 December 2014

All Real Stories Are Eventually Monologues!

She picked up the raincoat, that celebrated umbrella from last season was still brand new. On the road there were puddles everywhere, each echoing their own story, much like humans. She reached all drenched. The umbrella was never opened.


What is rain to hide what the human heart adorns!



All real stories are eventually monologues!


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