A kite made of plastic bag. Its shape was nothing like a kite. It was just a plastic bag tied to a long raffia string. It didn't consume much effort and wide space to fly it. In an instance, it was up in the sky. My brothers and I were content. As long as it … Continue reading The good old days.
I log on to Instagram every now and then, looking for inspiration. It tickles me sometimes, and I salute people who spend extra hours beautifying pictures to be showcased to the world. It's a full time job to create inspiration for others. Not easy. At times, I do not see them as inspiration. It can … Continue reading When we stop looking at what’s real around us.
Writing is an art of expression, and so I begin today. Shenley Brook End, Furzton