She sat alone in the dark room, tears streaming down her face. The voices in her head were getting louder, urging her to do something she knew was wrong. She tried to resist, but the urge was too strong. Before she knew it, she had acted on their command, and the consequences were devastating. Now she was left to wonder: was she really in control of her own mind? Or was something else pulling the strings? ©S Sivathanu #catherine

#Catherine

DULAL DEY 07

Opie dialogue

فائقہ اعجاز راجپوت

Note to Myself You can communicate best when you first listen. #Catherine pulsifer

#Catherine pulsifer

Lakshmi Menon

Up here in the moorland, One can still hear her sobs. You can spot her sometimes. She has been waiting for years, To be redeemed, To be reunited with him. Who left her with a promise, But returned as a sad news. The war had killed him. Something inside of her had died that day If grief had another name, It would be Catherine... ©Lakshmi Menon Catherine, the woman of the Moorland

Catherine, the woman of the Moorland