Eccentric I was a breach-baby and had arrived into this world with my head held high and my feet on the ground. Conventional, I wasn’t, even back then. My grandfather, an acclaimed astrologer, had labelled me impulsive in…
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Comfortably Numb
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Cold hands, Icy limbs, frozen heart and soul, in this desert of loneliness. Chilled to the bone, in this vast scorching, wilderness of abandonment. …