I am cutting through the wind at break neck speeds. The wind cooling the side of my cheeks. The whoosh of the wind, rattling of the various parts of the chariot, children screaming, the nonchallant chit chat of the people
Jeffed..
The light seeped in and the darkness was getting covered by light.. The sun was peeking at me from between the mountains.. I shifted my head to take in more of what was happening.. My semicircular vision now encapsulated a
The Continuum
The conversation that led to the meaning of life.It started of in a very random manner, but continued to take shape.Read onPerson A : Harry potter's birthday is on 31st JulyPerson B: Harry Potter is fictiousPerson A : Harry potter's
