Nairobiiiiii-Part One

We had just finished having late dinner and catching up. My pal ‘Tush’, a name we had given him back in high school since he used to buy all the fresh loaves in the school canteen and resell with a markup, had hosted me with together with another pal called Lama…

Living Life

In my life I have always lamented that I could grasp the feeling of a dying person while writing. To write as if you will die as soon as you put the last point. But such a feeling was not within reach and at such ease….

Body Count

Three bodies, one soul,
The ghost that haunts me,
A presence irresistibly evil,
His hold over my subconscious certain,
Three bodies, one soul,
I keep burning the bridges,