Lately, the Sun had gotten unbearable with its rays so blinding and burning, it was intolerable to be under it. We were walking through the market; Uncle Nedum and I, and despite the fact that he was old and weary, he took me to the market to buy a sketch pad and other drawing … Continue reading NOSTALGIA



Sometimes, I let HER do all the talking. The talks I'm too scared of having. While I, sit and watch. I let HER have the floor when my temper is hidden in a corner, The floor that opens up and swallows me There I, sit and watch. I let HER have my tongue, as I … Continue reading HER