He apologized for bringing his kid along. Confused, we laughed it off. And then we heard him coddling. We were the only ones in the cab.
“We are a disease apparently, a disorder.” Hidden behind smiles, peeking when alone They linger in a world tolerant of only sameness. – Meera
I am on an unceasing Scavenger Hunt. Discovering stories in uninhabited nooks. Living the moment, awaiting my next clue. – Meera
Our dance, a whisper in my mind. Pending. But never to take form. – Meera