The cracked stone walls wore the laminated heads of the murdered creatures on it’s chest , like a broach ,with careless pride, The chandelier hung riskily by its ever-loosening threads, Filling the room with the echoes that sounded far deeper than it’s empty air. The worn out carpets […]Read More Hollowness
Dear Mrs Rowling, With the younger generation , all excited about your new Harry Potter play, ” the Cursed child”, it pretty much brings my hopes down. Just imagine our Harry, dressed in a suit, kissing his wife and children goodbyes and off to work in the ministry of magic as an Auror, […]Read More Hey Mrs Rowling, petrificus totalus!!!
These multicoloured rolling pupils, lying in the white peaceful space, ironically, are the most impatient little creatures, who just can’t wait. At moments of thinking, they just roll at the corners, but when the bulb glows, they just doze off with the warmers. When the soul is blissful and crying they pour out of happiness, […]Read More These rolling truths