Have you ever misplaced something really important to you?
There’s this empty depressed feeling you get and if by chance rain is falling heavily at that same moment, the gloomy weather just seems like a solemn invocation of beats to your heavy heart.
It’s already three months gone and mama doesn’t know yet.
Whether it’s a good or bad thing I can’t say.
Sitting on the floor in front of her unfenced old house, Ranti stared at the three little tattered kids playing happily with a can of sand.
Dear Mr DreamKeeper,
Shouldn’t we get over our fears as time goes on? Isn’t time supposed to heal all wounds and clean all tears?
The fear of the dark and the fear of standing in front of crowds. The fear of enclosed places and the fear of heights. The fear of dying by suffocation or dying by heat. The fear of getting heartbroken or being betrayed. The fear of forgetting a line or flopping a speech. The fear of losing a loved one or they losing you. The fear of finding out that little sharp chest pain is what it shouldn’t be. Those little fears that poke our subconscious and we pretend they don’t exist…