Contributions

Stars that tells me stories about women

I look up to the night sky while clearing up the mattresses from the terrace. I feel the cool breeze on my face; my hairs slowly tangle at the back of my head. I look up to the shiny dots of stars.

Food and waste

“I don’t want to eat” “please can’t you see I’m full” “I hate it when you nag me to finish my meal”