Where Have My Friends Gone?
Sunday mornings. I love them. No office. Grey clouds had curtained the fulgent Delhi sun. A light breeze caressed the week’s laundry on the balcony. The rustle of the newspapers…Continue Reading →
Sunday mornings. I love them. No office. Grey clouds had curtained the fulgent Delhi sun. A light breeze caressed the week’s laundry on the balcony. The rustle of the newspapers…Continue Reading →