No story lives unless someone wants to listen....
May be this is the reason why some great tales get ended up in journals and trash cans.She wondered where is her story then? Her eyes shifted a little upwards and a smile crept as she read the few lines she just wrote. She is trying to be the first audience for her story and it felt good beyond words
YOU ARE READING
The Clouds That Passed By
Thơ caThese are a set of random thoughts of a random girl in this random universe