Mumbai based journalist. I write poetry and fiction on Medium; facts for the newspaper.
There are not enough trees around!
No lush green and dark brown to appreciate.
The sea is not as blue as it used to be.
What do you say to the clouds?
To the ones who don't visit anymore.
What do you say, to the ones;
Who drift away, into oblivion?
I died last night.
The next morning,
I was reborn.
She grew up watching the clouds,
Cotton candies and sheep in the sky.
The three year old watched the sheep prancing.
Chase the sheep, Daddy…