Still waters - still lies

The wind tasted like rain that hadn’t fallen yet. I stood at the edge of Willow’s Bend, where the river curled around the old oak like a silver ribbon someone had forgotten to tie. Leaves drifted down...

Shubhangi PandeyShubhangi Pandey is a young writer on a constant quest for meaning. Navigating confusion and emotions through words, using writing as both mirror and compass. Discovering and analyzing every feeling that drives her to live, breathe and create.