A Heartfelt Downpour

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see; One of those was the night a self proclaimed sinner did... Continue Reading →

A Withered Notion

“Maa, she looks so old and weak! It seems she doesn't has a home. Shall we take her along with us? We'll call her ‛Saba’!”, came a pleading from a juvenile mind not yet interrupted by sheer materialism. In a dark & dismal alley where sunshine never came, Rohan's li'l finger pointed towards a neglected,sickly... Continue Reading →

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