http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pragya21Vishnoi The original writings of author Pragya Vishnoi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776088556 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Going by the lonely roadlistening to my own footstepswatching the dull brownish-black color below,I was not thirsty at alltill I hadn't seen you-O Mirage!My throat suddenly started becoming dry at your sightand my tongue torturedas if I was thirsty for years.You promised me bliss by givingwater whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya21Vishnoi/1446357/ Death is our homeFree from pretenceFree from hopes and expectations.It does not judge us by our looks or status,neither by our wits not by our talents;It simply accepts us not even asking Who we are or Where we're from.Living death is like roaming in the tranquil space,faraway from the false an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya21Vishnoi/1446356/