It's just us
It’s just us…. Prerna Mishra From the fear of losing, from the fear of being laughed at, from the fear of rising higher than acquaintances. Today burn this, for it does not allow me to walk with me. I have had good days and bad days. I have had questions at the end of the day no body answered. I have cried among deaf people and smiled among blind people. Mondays I let the problem win over and other days I won. Walking with nothing that is my, yet I felt everything is for me. Travelling with closed eyes seemed an overwhelming idea to me. Let me never acknowledge what has gone wrong, there...