my mind is a typewriter and my hands are letters.
my mind is a pool of scribbled thoughts and my hands are it's pen.
and when the clock starts ticking at midnight, the sleep is no where to be found, this mind becomes a chaos of these jumbled words and it's solace are these hands that help the mind to take out this mess either on the pages of the diary, in the drafts of emails, or on prayer mat so that it can feel a bit lighter than before.
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One Shot Collection
Non-FictionHighest Rank : #3 in Roman Urdu (8th September 2021) poetries and one shot non fiction writings. writings are both in English & Roman Urdu. every piece of writing is different from another and have no link or connection to each other. all the writi...
