Lingering Scents

Lingering Scents

Strange isn’t it, how we can imagine perfectly the scent of things we remember, or are familiar with — though, if I were to ask you now to write in words what a rose smells like, you’d find it impossible to do that? How do you describe the scent of roses,...
Hearts, Roses and Violins

Hearts, Roses and Violins

This world has a strange way of making you fall in love with things that die… flowers, hopes, people. One day, the flowers are blooming with color. The air is filled with the scent of rose, hopes linger in the glitter of sunlight, falling from the heavens in...
Making Peace With Leaving and Those Who Leave

Making Peace With Leaving and Those Who Leave

When people leave, never fixate on the one who is leaving or who has left. There were people in your life who were there before this leaving happened, and there will be people in your life who will be there after this leaving happens. Leaving, like staying, requires...
From Dust to Dust

From Dust to Dust

Life is like a train, always on the move. The landscapes change as you watch them through the window of your cabin, and as they do, so do you. Soon, when you look back, 50 years have passed. 50 landscapes, 50 of you, 50 graves for 50 of your buried selves. What did...
If You Take Away The Memories

If You Take Away The Memories

If you take away the memories, what is left of a person? People are made up of their smiles, the lines and creases on their faces, the wrinkles that form on the corners of their eyes. People are made up of the way they laugh, and the way that laughter echoes; how does...
The Age of Perfect Illusions

The Age of Perfect Illusions

By Guest Writer [@FelicityAndElixirs] Dear all not-so-perfect humans, Do you remember that Snow White fairy tale that we all used to love in our childhood? If not, let me give you a quick summary. It was a story of a woman who was reminded so very often that she...