Finding a way back.

The usual farmer’s market; people going around, buying vegetables, bargaining and chattering their mouths out. I see men staring at women, I see women exchanging glances. The sky was pale, clouds were scattered and feeble and the sun was about to set. I walked further past children crying for toys, parents covered their eyes, vendors…

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On this path, I walk With my head down Avoiding looks and talks Hiding the frown A thousand questions haunt The road I've taken For answers, I hunt Unsure and broken The voice That once calmed My demons Is now gone A part of me, that went Searching for you Was lost and never found…

What do they want?

She didn't love the person. She was in love with the feeling of being loved, she loved being a priority.  - Bharath (yeah, that's me!) What do women want? I wish I could answer that. If even Sigmund Freud didn't know the answer, then don't expect me to know it too (or anyone else). In…