Words go missing; the ink dries in pen. The reason to write is not found often. Don’t I have, anything to say? Nah! The voice doesn’t want to make any sound not for lack of listeners around. The words will be read and heard but it would all be absurd because the hands are tied…
Tag: life in a day's work
The woman in the train
The spirit of a city lies in its people. So, if Benaras identifies with its ghats and Hyderabad with its bazaars, the city of Mumbai takes pride in its locals. The local trains of Mumbai are not only its lifeline but also its spirit. They carry millions of people who commute daily from their homes…
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