(Photo Credit: Anshu Bhojnagarwala) What was once a paean to melody was now a monument to melancholy. A perfunctory examination of rotting wood, the asymmetric smattering of mud on top and a reluctant profusion of motley crew of flowers made the top of what was earlier a piano now seem a spontaneous grave. The keys … Continue reading Wednesday
Day: March 17, 2019
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With sparkling eyes, and a fluffy tail, out clambered the curious fox One furtive glance and, alas he was clasped firmly in a pair of claws Remembering his mother’s words, “Never venture out on an Equinox” Ruminating on his folly all the while getting closer to the bear’s steely jaws The woods reverberated with … Continue reading Buckshot