That grey eye

THE BOXMira found a small box at the door. No name, no sender, only own handwriting on the address was written there. The box felt cold like ice and the hallway light kept flickering.  ...

Adishree kaushikHi ! I'm adishree who loves rain, old boxes, and questions with no answers. Lives in delhi and writes late at night with no lamp on . Chasing celestial dreams.