Short Story: The Silence
My legs are folded under me as I sit at the window seat near my balcony. A cup of tea resting in the palm of my hands. Remnants of its […]
My legs are folded under me as I sit at the window seat near my balcony. A cup of tea resting in the palm of my hands. Remnants of its […]
“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” – Pablo Picasso Earlier last week, I was in a very interesting mood and after my discovery of all my art supplies from […]