Homecoming.

He has come.  I waited a long time for him to come.  I sat outside staring at the street leading to our house, has he come?  Is it him.  It has to be him. Since Katomi died, everything is so difficult, suffering is relentless.  My skin is wrinkled and I look ugly, sometimes I forget…Read more Homecoming. 

Windy Evening

"Wait.."  "What did you say your name was again?"  "Mrityu"  He had grave eyes. Eyes that seemed to be relentless of sleep and shaded by charcoal. He had a face you would never want to make love to. He had his hair tied; it seemed he hadn't washed it from a very long time but…Read more Windy Evening