Another day’s routine would begin with clockwork precision. Continue reading The old man and the donkey
The seed that once germinated into a sapling
is now a fully grown tree… Continue reading Letters to a Friend – IV
Venue: At rue de vigata. Inspector Montalbano is busy solving the case ‘Find the lady‘ that men are still glued on too. Women are talking about a new company which is giving 100% interest on their money. The company has a beautiful office in a palatial mansion. Crowd was thronging to deposit their money so that they can double it in a year’s time.
Mood: Cacophony owing to the noise and tense because of the case. Continue reading “dois leveduras idoso – ACT II”
Happy I shall be,
to take with me a bottle of wine,
With great surprise, we received
an invitation for a gathering
In the form of words that were strung Together carefully,
arriving at our inboxes on
Quinta feira precisely,
with a notification: ‘You have got mail’.
§§ Continue reading “Festa Junina at abel and mapel”
You played with me. I can’t remember the year precisely for I never aged. Every now and then I need to inhale a lump sum of air and that is all I consume. I literally live on air just as the monks in Himalayas do. I have breathed the same oxygen that Socrates, Shakespeare, Shelley had consumed. I hold history. Continue reading “My life as a ball of air (.o.)”
There is this sprawling space in the middle of the pilot plant. It has square tiles. Not so beautiful, I must say. Just ordinary tiles with an empty look. If you knew that the tiles were 30 cm by 30 cm you could calculate the area as 900 centimetre squared. Continue reading “The little boy and the floor tiles…”