When Ade lost her husband and her two children in a car crash, life became void and living became meaningless. The moon had far risen into the sky when Ade made up her mind to leave the world. She wrote a suicide note, paid off her debts, and scheduled mails to her friends who stood […]
Writing, like swimming, is a practice-oriented pursuit. It is a little difficult to stay afloat, to thoroughly enjoy the tenacity required at the beginning, but if one stays the path, and keeps at it, it does get better.