Father always said, "Go for a stroll by the river at night." It was only after he died that I understood why... He talks to me in #susurrus... eh... the language of the river . #VSS365
Petrichor
It was no more pleasant after rains. The #petrichor rising up after the first rain of the season was blended with the odour of his cigar. She wondered if she should have hid his body somewhere far and not in the backyard. #VSS365
camouflage
silence of a noiseechoes through the streetssweat on my browtear or two on the cheeka smile to camouflageall that's my beinga minute or twoof a sobbing heartbeat and thenNoise on the Streets...
The Forgotten Prince
Note: The story is a figment of imagination inspired by characters of the epic tale Ramayana The Forgotten Prince I lie here in this blood soaked battle ground. The conch shell declaring the close of today’s battle resonates through the grey sky. I am merely a character created on the sidelines very easy to forget.... Continue Reading →