It’s growing colder every passing day, The wintery breath clouding my summer’s memories....Read More
Author: Monisha Barman
She cried for an hour (or so) like a baby hungry,
Her swollen eyes, messy hair told me a different story.
Her heart was full, words sketchy,
She couldn’t understand her pain. Oh my poor Baby!
She tried not to unfurl those dark colours of the past,
Olivia’s colleague cum friend Megha asked her, “I mean how long do you think will this go on?”...Read More