The way I see it
I only have two options
one: to die with the secret
because father would never admit
that he has started smoking again.
two: that I confront it
and ask why, despite being
a heart patient for over 10 years.
A Travelogue about Leh-Ladakh, India.
Read: and this : Snails, Day 1.5 – Santorini, Greece 2nd July, 2017 Alright now that the reading is done, I’ve some things to say about the things that you read in the title of this blogpost and some things that I found very relatable in both of these posts/experiences. I didn’t comment on the facebook […]
Self Post This is actually very frightening that I think about the property value that my maternal grandfather will pass onto us on his death. I don’t want to take anything from that person. Even the ink pen that he gave me makes me want to throw it away on the road sometimes. But then […]
Previously I wrote an ode to socks on a prompt. It highlighted the fact that I reuse socks after they stop stinking about a week or so later, and ultimately throw them out. Here have a read: #socks #yopowrimo #ode #funny My brother and I are going to sing this and share soon 😉 AN […]
Suggested Title: Why We Tell Stories From the Ancient Sanskrit Terse Texts to Modern Day Gossips Recent Collection of Stories: First We are going for a one day trek in the mountains, moderate climb, tents and all. While in the way to get my cousins from Chandigarh, me and my brother saw a drunk man, […]