Author: Hanshika Heeramun

AND IF I COULD.

What if 10 years from now, you run into me in a coffee shop? Your heart will race while your palms gets sweaty. You feel overwhelmed by all these things that you had to tell me but can’t bring yourself to say. I wear my hair longer than I ever did before And I am vegetarian. Yet, you still choose not to drink coffee for the bet I made you. You still always furrow your eyebrows looking as intimidat...

A COLLECTION: KISSES AND POETRY

Dreaming With Death That summer night when I met him, green eyes flickering from my dangling feet to my wonder-filled gaze, I figured even Death could fear.   He sits through the boredom of my days, through lectures and quiet tests, waiting to spend an end of the day with a warm tea as he plays with the curled tip of my hair.   Of all the colors, Death’s lips was pale blue with a rosy de...

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