You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]Read More Dead Leaves
torn black streets echo in grey clouds under a blue sky. cemented high rises curtains to a crowded audience. rubber spines of beggars bent under the heavy sun. slow shutter speed many faces trapped in an obscure plot.Read More URBAN
Ajay had chosen to put himself through the ordeal of declaring his love to a girl of a dark brown hue.Read More Of Birds and Ballads. Chapter 1.
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A thread of sunshine
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