02 November 2017; 

On an eerie winter morning, a child tiptoed his way to my lost self, he perched himself beside me on a lone park bench. He seemed to be five or six years old at most as he peered into the book before continuing, “What colour is the sky?” He asks with such innocence that it…

Mirrors.

She saw herself in the mirror. She saw a blemish on her cheek, a scar on her forehead, not too prominent; fading with time , she never saw the deep chocolate eyes she had ; Brimming with facts, with stories but most of all with so much warmth.  She saw herself in the mirror a…