BY MAHIMA SHARMA Longing for their Love, rips my heart apart… Smiling through pain…trying to perfect this Art! As the clouds swift past the Moon, the longing creeps in…. As the wind caresses my hair like Mum, My heart sings the lullaby to the Moon…the one my Granny used to hum, The two brightest stars, they say, are my Granny-GrandPa, Grown up I am, but … Continue reading Catharsis