Few pale pages

Corneas bowing to the centums, serving and collecting the thousand words, drinking the aroma of imagery, find a sail in the breeze of fantasies. A theory concealed behind the twinkle of a glamour hides in those hundred pages and a millennium of thousand words. Those few pale pages taste as worlds far extended to the…

Sweet Childhood Memories

” Papa , look the moon is smiling today ! “ That tenderness of a cute naughty smile slowly gradually turning into a loud beautiful laughter melodious to the ears reminds me of my childhood . When a morning would start with beautiful sun rays and Ma’s gentle soft hand on the face tapping to…