I have come to the pace of uncertainty; standing here, watching critically past times when the world rumpled in the cause of hardship and unfavorable weather of the economy. Watching papa standing close to the window, with his grimy hands on the window sill. Wandering away in the land of thoughts, thinking on how to … Continue reading Things have changed.
Here I am fuming, why is the devil so cunny. She had said that I was so funny. she called me all kinds of names even honey. And surprisingly she never asked for money. Sometimes I am gripped with the fear of losing her. But I take solace in what I heard from my brother. … Continue reading The Devil’s Crust