Microblog Mondays: Thwarted
I am tapping out a post for Microblog Monday when the phone rings shattering the silence and my concentration. There is no …
I am tapping out a post for Microblog Monday when the phone rings shattering the silence and my concentration. There is no …
They have been quiet for a while now. I cautiously open the door a crack to check what they are …
All of us have our quirks. One of mine is that I HATE my things being moved from the places I …
We Mallus from God’s Own Country (You others, wherever it is that you live, please don’t be offended, your countries are …
Butterflies are stepping in to fill the vacuum left behind by the birds. As for the birds, they seem to have upped …
I was out on the terrace, the camera slung around my neck, hoping for birds and butterflies to make an appearance …
The clouds were impatient as May drew to a close. The multiple defeats at the hands of the sun …
capturing in prose
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