The dying habit

'J.K. Hollywood'. When a ten-year-old student distorts the name of the beloved author who introduced you to magic and worlds of infinite imagination, you feel like screaming endlessly. However, all you can do is express anger by telling him off rudely about the complete absence of any awareness about the outside world and just let … Continue reading The dying habit


The Neighbourhood Tree

The tree has been taken away, cut off from the mid of its trunk, which now stands alone, the rest of its torso absent. It was a silent spectator, of laughter in its shade, of the yells and screams, of children that dived into the muddy stream, formed after torrentous rain. It was there as … Continue reading The Neighbourhood Tree