Crippled -A Story

Crippled -A Story

Crippled – A story for 2016 It was lazy cloudy early morning in the hills  with a little cool mist blowing on my face, the only sound that could be heard in the serenity around were the sound of birds chirping in a distance. As usual, I got my favourite cup of...
Rain – The poem

Rain – The poem

As the smothering city waits for the first downpour of rain… My soul thirsts for the sweet sound of drizzle….. Kissing the forehead of the love quenched earth… Wrath of heat pitching like the curse of barreness over an entire water parched land ! Weary we have been...