Uneasy lies the head
that wears the crown
and the broken heart that trusts again
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
The last leaves of an Indian summer
crunch beneath my walking feet
Come monsoon, there will be flowers again
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
Trust is like
the Catch-22 of love
Aborted without, Murdered with
~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
Shaina Seth’s baby is eighteen months old today. Shaina is a successful executive with a leading business house. Shaina wears diamonds. In her ears, on her fingers and in her eyes. Sharp, cutting and forever bright. Of Ray, there is nothing more than a memory. His last words to Shaina are…
I’m travelling with my collegues this week on work. They aren’t friends. They aren’t family. They aren’t all people I’d normally associate with, not because there’s something wrong with them but simply because we don’t share the same tastes, we have different (even conflicting) personalities and well…we just don’t have…
The answer is simple. If you are truly sympathetic and supportive, you let it show. You can do it without saying a thing. Just for posterity, I’m going to tell you about two ‘coming-out’ conversations that I’ve been a part of. Each one is a sweet memory, a verbal token…
The memory of him clings to the tips of her hair, like the first rain that they got caught in, inadvertently.
I visited Greece and Turkey in 2008. Every moment was a lesson. Colour was a big part of it all.
There are religions. There are stereotypes. And there’s all this about food.
I LOVED the last haiku. Particularly the last line. Precious.
nice..especially the first one!!
rahuls last idea: GM: Go Went Gone
@ rahul: Thengyu!
true!!