Crimson tide that washed over me,
With gruelling pace, it broke free.
To where life was but a dread,
Not full of miracles, but misery.
Tag: red
Making Proud In Red
Nitya Singh aspires to be a Kathak dancer. Waking up at 5 to practice before she goes to school, is as natural to her as breathing. Although because of her shy nature, she never found the courage to tell others that she is a dancer. But that is going to change. She is going to […]