On her forehead worries collapsed one upon another a wrinkly pile of seasons harsh sustaining each other Wrapped in wool her body refused warmth creeping into her heart with a strangers smile She sat crumbling in pavements indifferent to her plight diffidence poised on her lips waiting for the dusk that forever hung over theContinueContinue reading “On the streets of Ooty”
Atha : Returning to the Now 