#contour – Contour

The Waiting Chair Outside the OT

My heart, steady just moments before, began to pound like it was being ripped from my chest. I knew everything was going to be fine—or at least, I told myself that. But fear has a way of creeping in, even when reason tries its best to hold the line.

Madness

Didn’t know what would come next Headed ahead like there was no tomorrow Started from scratch without bothering about the stretch Full of risk, full of uncertainty Days were like flipping pages Passing on but making noises with every turn Like pages sometimes it didn’t make sense Although all were connecting dots to complete theContinue reading “Madness”