Source: GoogleI am the rose, supposed to bloom in a glossy jar You can hear my cry, from the far. How am I supposed to bloom, when I am sealed? How could you not see, when I am not able to conceal? They say they love me yet imprison my soul How...
Pic: PinterestBlogging was a rage then, I used to check now and then for the updates from fellow bloggers and it never disappointed me. Whenever I refreshed the reading lists, there used to be new updates. Time has changed since then, after almost a year or two break from blogging, looks like almost...
Picture: GoogleI snuggle in a blanket, a book in hand but barely reading. I struggle to read and give up to my straining eyes and distractions. I was a voracious reader then; reading was something I greatly enjoyed. During schooldays I used to stay whole night reading under a torchlight, hiding novel under...
