Caressing her cheeks with his palms he said you are still hot. She retorted, “Always for you” He blushed and got her medicated cloth placed it on her forehead, She resisted but he insisted. Holding the cloth across her head, He slept on the wall against. As the clock struck two, Sickness had made her shut her eyes.
He moved a bit and She had her eyes opened too Pulling a pillow beneath his head, She made him sleep and She slept at a distance, not to let it spread. In the morning her flu was gone, And her tiredness too. It was he who cured her, Than her medicines which were more than two.
I have had a pathetically long long gap in my writing. I have not been reading as well. I have not had that urge to write or read as well. So I have decided to give myself time. But somewhere am feeling this time gap is stealing the shine.
Since then I have had a feeling that I have been missing on something. Writing and reading has always been an important part of my life. Yes I have to agree am watching Amazon & Netflix series and movies more lately. But that has been kind of an urge to know what happens next. Leading me to watch the next episode, season or series.
Writing and reading was an addiction for me. And that’s clearly an addiction for your betterment. Now I have not completely withdrawn, but yes I have had a long gap. Still figuring out where’s and why is that gap? I really want the force of addiction back. I want to read, I want to write, I want to shout and scream through my lines.
Hope to come out louder and clearer in front of the world with my thoughts and words. Just waiting for my voice to be back!!