Notes and Wildflowers 

I walk the dusty roads, the air has this chill, this spice and this intangible love all around me. The old trees bowing, rustling in an old tongue telling me to find as much meaning I can from this world that makes no sense. The sky is an angry shade of grey, the gods preparing [...]

That Thing Called Hope

It was one of those winter days when sun is blindingly bright and the air has that crisp quality to it signifying change of yet another season. I was back home early from the school and my fifteen year old self was locked out of the house. My restless self couldn't sit on the porch [...]