A WALK ON MEMORY LANE

The unprecedented relationship between a witch and a witch hunter. The unfathomable mystery strangely connecting our lives cannot be questioned or challenged. A strong magnetic pull dragging us to the center of all things unholy and impure to our nature. One can try to resist, doubt, or even flee from them but the more you try you find it difficult not to adhere.

Circumstances with no definite justification like a thorn among roses infiltrating our unpleasant lives with illegal matters. No difficult times like these.

The loud cursing of the thunder made it seem like our evil fate was sealed with an everlasting covenant that we didn't bargain for. Strong winds blew away the stamina of neighbors implanting the fear of a hurricane in their hearts. Heavy rain splattered on surfaces in a disorganized manner of a melodious complaint.

All living souls stayed indoors witnessing this moment with their lamps on and blankets around, slurping on hot tea keeping the body warm.