Stories and Prose (Translated)
Everyone Misunderstands
Today while dusting the cobwebs, I came across my old diary. Written when I was seventeen. So much passion, so much tenderness,…
Today while dusting the cobwebs, I came across my old diary. Written when I was seventeen. So much passion, so much tenderness,…
Do you dare to say... I am not okay? Can you say to someone close, without hesitation... Give me a tight hug?…
One day, even this enchanting me will no longer please you. The poetry that my kohl-rimmed eyes once coaxed from you —…