No matter how hard they try, they’ll never create anything so perfectly beautiful as what plays out in my own imagination.

Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of...

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

I wonder what else I could do that I never thought I could.

I wonder how one can hate to love and love to hate the same person over a period of time in a relationship