Tell me where I can call home.
The Bindi, an optional mark of Indian feminity
About the fear of poetry that continues to lurk in the corners of my mind.
She took the cigarette. Held it between her fingers and placed it carefully between her lips. And lit it up.
Maybe death is not the stage of forgiveness.
People look at us with awe. To be married for so long is somehow surprising to some people but what they do not know is, not many couples want to be married for so long. Sometimes we do want to let go of each other...
What if the going gets tough and love gets exhausted? What then? What if time has wiped all the chills he used to give you and all that is left is him with a ring in a room full of memories, pleading you to chose the right word?