Its already a week late, by now gulmohar would have been in full bloom but it is still regaining its shattered leaves of last winter. Jungle babbler dances, from one branch to another with their weird facial expression. It still has that swing which was hung by your dad for you. You once fell from … Continue reading Moma’s Plea
Under the sun burn sky I am walking on highway with my eyes staring on occasionally passing vehicles. In ears Ozzy Osbourne is igniting dead alcohol. Atmosphere was stinky and my body is in sweat. 10th rejection letter lays in my hands, flurring with wind. It has become like my life, deformed, unshaped, crumpled and … Continue reading Moma I m coming home.