With a heavy heart, he sat on a carriage and ignited his expensive imported pipe as they left for home.
— Zeeshan Ahmed Khan, Shroud Of Honor
“Not when his cursed ears still turn to the raw happiness in her voice like an insignificant sunflower growing and growing, trying with all his might to unite with his life source, his beloved; the sun.”

“My life had been a musical but now it felt as if there was a narrator that read my life out loud and changed its course at its whims.”
