Life in the Lockdown was Unexpected: being in Solitude in A Crowded House, holding on to Things Unsaid because of The Global Crisis, and longing for A Blissful Time With Mother. Sometimes, I, at The Epicentre, look at my pen as a Lonely Friend, smell My Scented Candle and say: this Can’t Paint Me Happy. Who Knows, maybe we need...
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