The windwhispers in a language that only her auburn tressescould comprehend.
Generally, I share my culinary experiments with my Instagram audience. This one had recipe requests, so I had to deviate from my practice of winging with it and write down a recipe. I would call this as my perfectly Maillarded chicken breasts. That’s not what I named it. […]
He would ratherleave unsigned poemsunder her door,and feel her lovein second handfor her mysterious lover,than confessand lose her friendship as well.
Twenty Word Tuesday by Bulbul Week 32 – Cat She was now in her cat persona, aloof, indecipherable, not acknowledging his existence and he knew he had to wait. Leena
I picked up a lexicon and a thesaurus just to match steps with this man, 24 years ago, while he was writing pages long letters and poems for me. 24 years later, another poem for me. I am truly blessed. Showers of BlessingShe is a Flower Child Who […]