I looked at her, mortified and blushing, dug myself deeper into the newspaper. Or that’s what I pretended to only to realise I was holding it upside down. ©boringbug Continue reading Mortified
As I turn off the porch light. I feel like a fragile traveller heart burdened with necessities. Sky searching the chapters of life. That is all, the crudities, the superficiality. Yes and yet, I shall not forget the privileges of the time gone by in the long, stream of eternity. Left cold to die. ©boringbug Continue reading Fragile Traveler
His ubiquitous self destroyed within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Ubiquitous
Attempt not to fathom an ocean full of secrets Or a woman’s heart. (c)boringbug Continue reading Fathom
My life, sunset to the backdrop of a temple. (c)boringbug Continue reading Sunset
Kanak Sarkar, a proclaimed professor with more than 20 years of teaching experience and a doctorate to his resume, wrote an eyebrow raising Facebook post. Continue reading A professor from Jadavpur University has compared a virgin girl with sealed bottle
Lost in perseverance, I found myself. ©boringbug Continue reading Lost
I wonder at times, for what am I? A wandering body, or a wandering soul. – (c) Boringbug Continue reading What am I?