For the love of books

“Will you ever be able to like a person?” my friend asked. “I like many people. What kind of a question is that?” “You know what I mean!” I sighed and replied – “In this world that you call real? Never.” I looked at my bookshelf and silently thanked all the books for totally screwing […]

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Each time she gained consciousness, all she heard, or rather felt, were screams. Screams of people she could have saved, but now, they all were in some faraway land, from where they could never come back. Guilt chewed her away, crushing her soul, and made her hollow from the inside; empty. Maybe tears would have […]

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