“Hey Penny did you take out the laundry yet? You need to dry them out at…
A story is not a mere collection of words. It has to be written in tandem with the formless. The formless creates the form. Out of nothing…
“O thinke mee worth thine anger, punish mee,Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,That thou…
White clouds, fluffy little snow pillows
Some good societies adopt widows.the people in these societies like widows.here folk point at i-pads, mess with phones,their…
Fortitudo mea est amor a matre mihi datus,
Jupiter with it’smany moonsand no oneto write aboutany one of them
somedayan algorithm willdo a Gulzaranother one willdo a Vishaland yet another will…