I stood at the metro station. Dressed in formals, the attire of a corporate prison, with a group of people gathered outside. They were always there, irrespective…… Read more “Looking back at the boy”
Sometimes it’s better to leave the pages of history blank. Some excerpts are better off unwritten. Better off as an “unwritten diary”.
Dawn to dusk I stand staring at the walls. Surrounded by the souls of the hunted and the haunted. Walls and the barricades inbound- home to office,…… Read more “An excerpt from the diary of an introvert”