It is all a story in the end.

The days spent in loneliness become sentences. And my memories turn into illustrations.

I find it rather strange. I know I would laugh at you if you described rain as just water.



2 responses to “”

  1. Oh yes. I remember reading Shadow Lines in college. It’s all there somewhere in our minds, I guess. 🙂

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