Suzy writes

                     At 3 in the morning, unconsciously reaching my hands to grasp my phone just to check on new emails has now been a crucial part of my everyday routine for the past few months. Oh! I am so used to waking up to the buzzing sound of my email, even on the weekends my subconscious self prefers to wake me up from my sweet dreams for any updates.  Sunday morning, I like to start my day with a ray of sunlight gently stroking my skin and sip a cup of a breeze along with the melody of chirping birds as I raise the drape. I have always been an admirer of the beauty of a sunrise and the dewiness of the morning. The best part of a weekend is that I spend less time on screen, I would be lying if I say so. By the weekend, the impending emails and checklist pile up. I find myself miserably buried under the stack of inevitable checklists. Sitting in a corner of my bed and scrolling through the laptop, my entire day passes by...

                                                        In a cluster of purple hues, With the intoxicating fragrance of petals,  She closed her eyes as she reflects on the memory of her first love, The lovely rose which won her heart, The tears she shed under the blue sky, The golden rays that shone on her heart, The purity and innocence she beholds, The celibacy she cherished has now been a curse, Purple, the only color that hems in, her love is color blind. But Little did she know that petals blossom and wither accordingly, Lilac, created with equal intensity of red and blue, A mixture of compassion and tranquility, With the falling petal that caresses her, the magic of lilac begins, The bud of hope begins to blush, The dusk was turning into dawn, The scars on her heart healed, And her long waited curse now uplifted, Lilac, the emblem of...