When we’re dancing in the dark, in the dim-lit bar, They say we are ugly in our beautiful façade. Dancing in the dark, cuz we feel so young, Crossing through the border till our hands fall apart. When we’re dancing in the dark, we won’t get far, One step falters and we’ll never see the…

The truth is, sometimes, he just doesn’t know what to do with himself. 1:29 AM seems to be a specific time of day when he often finds himself awake. He’d pick up a book he initially resolved to finish within three weeks, flip to page 186, lay it on its back, pick up the phone,…

It was almost religious. Naush had never realized how long a smile could linger on one’s mind. Light travels by 299,792,458 meters per second; however long the grin lasted, it would’ve been barely an evanescent moment of the past. They were standing 0.7 meters apart, but the curved up corner of the boy’s lips and…

How does it all start? Who is the narrator? Documenting the now creates pressure for me, but reviewing the past somehow doesn’t. So I thought, what if we follow the good tradition of the well-acclaimed Netflix series Dark, linking the past, the future, and the present altogether? It’s like writing a story. A story of…