Unfinished Thoughts: Part 1.

Soulmates at opposite ends of a barbed wire Ancestors' decision to war gave them bullet holes while looking for love ........................................................................... Rust and stardust at the beginings and the ends And everything in between a void of empty expectations and hopeless misery. ........................................................................... A heart shaped face everyone appreciated But her eyes were vacant. ........................................................................... … Continue reading Unfinished Thoughts: Part 1.

Begining of the End

On what Khushwant Singh's death makes me painfully aware of, and what his writing has taught me. It's begining. Slowly. You read some works as you were growing up, but most of them were Dead White Europeans, who were considered classic writers-Shakespeare, Austen, and the like. But you knew they are long dead and gone. … Continue reading Begining of the End