"The Mask and the Cure"The man wore a smile, but it wasn’t real.It sat on his face like a bad hat.Too big. Crooked. Ugly if you looked too long.Inside, he wasn’t smiling.He was tired.Of pretending. Of watching others laugh while he boiled in his own silence. He didn’t know why he liked seeing people suffer. Maybe because misery wants company

The Storm Came Without AskingThe thing about storms is—they never ask permission.They don’t knock. They arrive. Sudden. Unforgiving.You might catch the sky darkening, but by then, it’s already too late.The wind’s tearing at the door, and it doesn’t care if you're ready.Doesn’t care if you just set your life in order,or if your hands are