[Continued from Cindered Dreams] Part Two: Tread softly O gentle stranger, The cinders of my dreams are warm and still alive from the fires that consumed me. Tread softly I beg… Suman’s hands were clammy and she breathed as if she had run a marathon. She shut the diary with a hasty, startled snap. “Coward”, […]
Dreams
Cindered Dreams
Part One: Suman sighed happily. The view from her window was neither outstanding nor breathtaking. It was common place yet immensely soothing. She could see a waste tract of land, every millimeter covered with green things poking exuberantly through, joyously asserting their presence. There was a eucalyptus, a couple of ornery old neems and a […]