Tid Bit from My Diary

An ode to the desert trees of Bahrain.
In the parched realms, it seldom rains,
Life is sparse,  yet the hardiest reins,

Towering waves, I twirled with grace,
Each fierce storm, a fleeting embrace,
Sang melody to the gulls, carefree,

Atthe piano
“I have never been in a haunted house,” said Anita to herfriends. The girls were having a sleepover at her place, and the theme for thenight was paranormal experiences. “But my mother’s cousin was in one suchsituation in her teens.”
“Seanhad lived there with his parents since childhood. When the siblings grew up,they moved out of their parents' home to start their families but never leftthe locality. He moved to a house down the street from my aunt’s home and as hewas married to...

Many million years ago, when humanity as we know it had yet to evolve, the world was a vastly different place. A place of primal beauty, where creatures roamed the Earth with no knowledge of language or civilization. Amidst this ancient world, there...