Conflict: A necessity, Respect: A tool


The drizzling Sky was looking sad. I looked at them from my window and asked what happened?. It said with disinterest, “Low pressure at the Bay of Bengal.” I laughed and said, “Why can’t you stay normal. Always low or high”. And I said, “Why can’t you guys come to some term and be friends.”ContinueContinue reading “Conflict: A necessity, Respect: A tool”