There are some memories, We keep buried deep down, In a box with a lock, Whose key you throw away. Often it opens up, On occasions like...

I’ll remember what you had said few years back about my choices and how I’ll fail. I’ll remember how you made fun of me behind my back...

​I guess I’m on the wrong platform, I should be on the 9 ¾. The train to my dreams might be leaving, For the magical school thereafter. I...