His name was Yasu. He was a public servant, a modest occupation that suited his quiet demeanour. Yasu was softly spoken; he would always pause and think before saying anything, something that I found rare in this world. To me, …
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I’m sitting here listening to the rain and wondering where everyone is. It’s so silent. My tiny village seems to be deserted. It’s just the rain quietly tapping on the roof, asking if I’m alone. It’s a Friday afternoon, a …
I used to write a lot when I was a student. I would write, travel, think, dream, write. I had so much time and so many blank notebooks, so many pens to bleed ink to the end, so many musings …