The last afternoon, with my body

It was 1’o clock in the afternoon. I don’t remember how the morning went by. We were on a vacation at a far off place, staying on a cliff that hangs high over a tumultuous water body. I have come with an adventurous lot to this place, but am unbothered by their names or existence. … Continue reading The last afternoon, with my body


The rabid freedom to explore

​ Our footing may keep us down – And the place would seem a swamp, The plight may be strong, and no sincere mirth anywhere around, The passion is no longer down, and void we may be of any charm, The death it may seem of our innate & inert, but there lies a stalwart … Continue reading The rabid freedom to explore