Living with You

empty chair I sit next to for company your presence no more a happy cacophony time tells, they say I wonder I hear it right camouflaged by deafening silence is a scream to free me from this labyrinth of lonely My existence is bleak (un)living with you...


“Who sends inland letters in today’s time?” I asked the drenched postman standing at my door. The poor man smiled at my amusement. He deserved a tip, after-all he was working while I was staying at home. It was a heavy downpour. The city had come to a halt. The main drain of Gurugram overflowed... Continue Reading →

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