Every Inch

"The affected area has been cut out of the organ, we can expect an elongated lifetime than proposed earlier" Stated the surgeon. . . "Dad why's the medicine bottle not over yet" Asked the son "Well, times up I guess" His Dad responded to his son's remark with a smile. "Dad, you would have sucked... Continue Reading →

An Empty Canvas

Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →

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