It’s almost eleven years since I started loving you. I can still clearly remember how magical it felt. It was summer. One of the most glorious summers I’ve ever experienced. Unknowingly, I picked up a random book lying around in my cousin’s house. I started skimming through its pages, not really interested in going through … More A Letter for Harry
“I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” Galileo Galilei There’s something about summer that makes me want to go outside during dusk and stare into the sky, then wait for the first winking stars to appear before my eyes. Enchanting. Bewitching. Captivating. Simply magical. It makes me think of faeries … More Doodles and Scribbles: Summer, Dusk and Stars
The balmy summer breeze was a complete contrast to the humid atmosphere of the dingy shack. A lone figure stumbled inside, silently closing the heavy oak door behind, then slumping forward into the heap of grimy clothes where a curious mouse sneak a quick glance underneath a lavender fabric. Carrick saw the mouse, and his … More Doodles and Scribbles: The Cat and the Mouse
She makes a pretty picture. Standing at the cliff and facing the raging stormy sea. She looks like a witch, a solitary one at that. No wait, she is a witch. And she is alone, apart from the gnawing grief that threatens to break her apart. Her hair cascades in her back, a waterfall of … More Prologue
