Bane Of Existence
{ This one has been sitting idly in drafts for more than a year. Most of it owing to my laziness to edit and publish. Finally I got around to it and the reason for that has to be yet another blog. Before you go on - the story might not be fictional but the characters and settings are.} T he Sun had silently gone to sleep. His last rays bounced off the golden sands. The groundnut peddler hit his wares furiously. The tantalizing smell of onion pakodas gave a tough fight to my diet plans. But the Beach was not the same today. The Waves don't sound happy. They sing in sorrow like they understand her.
good place maga
ReplyDeleteGood shot. tripod medicho?
ReplyDelete@Bhumika: Yes, it was a nice place... :)
ReplyDelete@Pillai: yes.. kaithaan tripod