Turning a year older, I wonder like I do every year.What is age, if not just a number? I believe I turn wiser by the second. Am I still the same old foolish me, at times? Yes. I am. Do … Continue reading The zing.
As she stepped into the room, all eyes were on her.Some worried, some baffled.“Are you well?” they ask. She chose to ignore them at first. A smile is as good an answer, she thought. The questions didn’t stop there.They kept … Continue reading Why? Just, why?