The forlorn silence – I

“Well, I am here…What do you want from me? You want to kill me? I am not afraid..Here…kill me you blood thirsty witches. I am standing right here.” Not a leaf stirred or a bird moved. The silence was slowly becoming too much to bear and he wanted to shout again but could not.

The questions of beauty

Beautiful faces are just forms created out of flesh and bones. Why do they entice us so much? The face…