Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
Dearest Bummy, Yes, I know I had this conversation with you last night in my head, like the numerous other ones, but I have this urge to pen this down. … Continue reading
The irony is Tamanna and I, never met on Tuesdays! Tuesdays and Thursdays used to be the most difficult days of the week for they were her counselling days. Tantrums, … Continue reading
Dear Bummy, I think by now you already know all that I want to tell you through this letter, for that is all I have been talking to you in … Continue reading
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