Oshin Ahlawat

Some Of Us Have Wounds That Never Heal

The scars, the wounds, that certain people in your life leave you with, the broken pieces of the walls you had built around you, now laid to waste, by them.

This Is When I Come Back To You

I didn’t walk too far, there’s nowhere to go in the city anyway, and I stand outside the door, and again I have a choice, another fork in the road