Friends Like Gold

Life Has it’s own Way of Showing Us the Truth About Intentions of Others So here we are. Third week of isolation. Just when I thought that we will finally be able to come back to the normal life, my Part of the Illness started. For the first time as a mother I felt unableContinue reading “Friends Like Gold”

Broken Porcelain

There are plenty of us, Aren’t There? I think we broke into pieces,  got swept to the corners, got forgotten like unwanted dust. Yet…. Somehow We keep finding a way to reach out, stretch arms a little further, catch first small part of our broken selves, then repeat with the second, and further…. and glueContinue reading “Broken Porcelain”

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