A Game of Chess

We were not made for the same road. And yet we meet , again and again. Like some characters out of Beckett’s play, we leave but do not depart. Going through the same routine. ‘Been there. Done that.’ Did I tell you, You actually quote yourself every time you woo? Winter Summer Flirting Blushing Coming […]

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The Paris of the East

The azure waves lapped up the white sand , trying relentlessly to kiss the slender palm and coconut trees, bent with the burden of history it has witnessed. The Indian tricolour waved ferociously in the wind that knew it’s struggle to be planted. I stepped on the island to face the spirits of the ghost […]

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