Books are not pages with words
They are doors
To your dreams which you see .
Following
Stories by Tryaksha
The unspoken mystery (Under Editin...
I would take a stroll in the backyard , feeling the evening breeze with a hot cup of coffee and my evening fr...
Unexplained
Anything which science cannot explain, we are taught to induce that it doesn't exist. Yet miracles we see at...