You are gone…leaving me with memories, wounds, and tears uncried.
What is it like to live with a tear uncried? To strain your ears for the echoes of a laughter that has died out? Read this beautiful love letter by Ajit Menon.
What is it like to live with a tear uncried? To strain your ears for the echoes of a laughter that has died out? Read this beautiful love letter by Ajit Menon.
Ajit Menon wonders if the popular notion of relationships romanticises the idea of ownership of the partner.