http://slow.writerscafe.org/ankitabanerjee The original writings of author ankita banerjee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776212594 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Everyday she walks a long way down the lane.Roads appear to her as they are.Concrete paths, burning smell of the late Afternoon black pitch makes her stop suddenly.Her eyes gaze into the big nothingness ahead.She stands alone in the crowd, thousand Questions creeping in her mind, questions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankitabanerjee/1362520/ How painful can silence be? I wonderSilent evenings, deserted corridor of my old home.The telephone lies there forgetting its own existence.Is it the silence or the truth that makes me feel hollow?You were there once, your presence hovering In my mind. thousand unspoken words, uncountable .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankitabanerjee/1362373/