Typewriter on a monsoon evening

And days when I don't gaze into the sky for too long or feel the wind in my hair, days when I sit and harp on a memory realizing that how time passes us all by are the kind of days when the typewriter kept in front of me makes me realize that our stories are going to be full of flaws and that our words are going to be misspelled, our sentences won't come with perfect punctuations and that we won't be able to go back in time to rewrite anything at all because
we are the typewriters that can't erase the mistakes they make. 


-By Madiha Shams Khan