Final letter

Its been year since that night. I have delivered several letters since then. Today is my last day at office I am still sitting by the window rain has stopped. Slight fog has turned out on street. Water has logged on ground, frogs are croak, peacocks were singing in distant drop hang on the leaves … Continue reading Final letter


Its raining outside. I am sitting by window. Trying to see past and future through that fogged up glass piece. Pane was tainted with old paint drops like any other government office, there were rows of cupboard, full of registers dating back to1940. Piled up to be eaten by termits. Floor is full of white … Continue reading DEAD LETTER (1)