Scribbles and tales
There was a time when he was good to me, When he treated me like a flower. The tables soon turned, all the coins flipped, His ugly side then came to power. Smiles changed to frowns, days into weeks, When I realised there was nothing left to redeem. The songs we once used to hum... Continue Reading →
My entire childhood in New Delhi was spent using hair clips throughout the day, not only because my school demanded tied back hair, but also to stick back the curled strays on top of my head that I was so ashamed of. The idea was to constantly create an illusion of having the desirable type... Continue Reading →
The left handed Fiona 