I reach home, my mind full of the girl, scenes of the wedding.That night she appears to me in a dream and sings the viriboni varnam. I join her and we sing a song together.
I secure the front door of our terraced second floor flat with an Aligarh lock. I press the shackle into the body of the lock and pull the body down to check
It is a beautiful house John Keats would have loved to inhabit. It has the infrastructure to trigger romantic poetry. But wait, infrastructure is such an ugly
Editor’s Choice – Hilarious Short Story: At the wall-end of the shelf my wife sat our new BPL color television in a diagonal position. When it is switched off you can see the kitchen