Authorz: Supriya C

Neetu means grace; she is a girl with a lovely face. With a soul as pure as morning dew; offering always something fresh and new.…

Rubbing my eyes, I look into the computer screen, Attempts to drive away drowsiness from the scene. My efforts to control the yawn in vain,…

His arms cradled me when I needed affection, “Nanna” my first word, taught me nuances of diction. Nor a big burly frame neither the man…

Mossy Crags line the pebbly path, Amidst lies a blithering brook. Piscean species in a perpetual bath, Shrubby flora and many a hanging hook. An…