Clumsy. Awkward. Straight-forward. A writer, in progress. A pencil sketch artist by hobby.
“Are you okay?” she began, her searching eyes backing up her cautious tone. “Was this your first ...?” She paused and did not continue with the keyword here – death.
Those were foolish dreams. What good can come from leaving a monthly paying job to pursue something so irrationally unstable?
The string of nerves stretched very thin very quickly and she knew she could not function if it kept on. Her phobia needed to be treated.
Kunal Basu's Sarojini's Mother looks at the search for a birth mother by an adoptee, a literal puzzle that needs to be solved.
By the time they got her out and calmed her down, Bela murmured in low tones how devastated she was that she could not be Sora’s brother anymore.
One of those stunts had led to them being late to school, and the four of them – her sister, their two friends and she – had been made to kneel outside the principal’s office with their hands raised for two hours straight.
She could not love the “little bundle of joy”. All it did was remind her of that awful night, the pain, the cursed pain. And blood. She bled again to let this little thing breath. She had to bear the pain again for it.
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