Saturday, April 25, 2015

My Choice

"My Choice", said she.
A sigh latched the door to my dreams,
And the debate ended.
There died a baby unborn,
Choking on choices we made.


Being Poor Isn't That Bad!

It was about 11 am. The bell rang. It was the postman. I was waiting for him for a week.  I had subscribed to Mathrubhumi Weekly a couple of...