Category: My soul and yours….

“Hello?”, she barely manages to whisper. His voice, though, is crisp and firm “Hello there, How are you?….” The pause stifles his breath. “I’m good. Is it raining there?”, she asks….. “No, and there?” “It is…….heavily” “Okay, it is windy though here” He suddenly jerks … Continue reading



She trudges along, as if blindfolded by the moon.  No, it is not dark. But she cannot discern anything except the light that covers her petite form. She has only this road to traverse. As she takes in every bit of the light deep within her bosom, she wonders if she will ever come back here. Consumed with passion, she has not counted the miles………do they even matter?