Thursday, 3 November 2016

Maihroom ~ Stories From Urdu

(Urdu; Without/ Deprived of)

Our fights were illogical, with no one ever saying what they really felt. Arguments like trapeze artists, swinging wildly from point to point, when all they wanted was to rest their feet on the ground.

The afternoons are yawning now.
The nights, humming with silence.

It's been quieter and lonelier since the circus left the town.



#StoriesFromUrdu (This unbelievable waterfall is  from Plitvice National Park, Croatia where water was king. Watch the video here.)

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