Hodor, O’ Hodor… Just Hold my door: A poem on Autism
O’ Hodor…. Hold my door! Hodor! O’ Hodor! Please Hold my door! Hodor…Hodor…Hodor…! You spoke only one word… And it carried the hell lot of the world. I, Me, Myself…Autos..…
Divine Justice: A Retrospect of life’s Quandaries
‘Do you believe in ‘Divine Justice’?”, suddenly my younger daughter asked that day. “Why are you asking this question? You know, I don’t believe in anything illogical ! There is…
Arising from the Dust : #AFTD, 32 Stories of Grit and Grandeur
Arising from the Dust She woke up from the cindersWith laden wings alongFlecked with ashes of the yoreLissome, yet so strong! Her wings weren’t mere feathersBut, limbs of ores alloyedAh!…