The promises we cook in silence

Thu, 25 Jun 2026 07:11:03 +0000

Hearing the commotion, Manyata quickly ran downstairs. From the noise, she was certain that someone was there, but she was equally sure that by the time she reached downstairs, no one would be there—because that was exactly what had been happening until now. Every time, she sensed someone's presence, yet she never saw anyone. In the beginning, it had frightened her. Although she did not believe in ghosts or spirits, she was still scared. But gradually, she realized that this was simply a way to torture her.