In silence, lies the dead. Afar you can hear the whispers of waves crashing against the cliffs, yet the stillness of Waverly Cemetery is…

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In silence, lies the dead. Afar you can hear the whispers of waves crashing against the cliffs, yet the stillness of Waverly Cemetery is…
I planned to write a serious post for “My two cents’ worth” prompt by Write Tribe, but then I read my old facebook statuses…
“Look, I don’t need suggestions … Just listen and nod your head… ok!!“, I would say after doing an exasperated facepalm. “How am I…
Ever feel like spending a warm beautiful afternoon, surrounded by thousands of huge scaly crocodiles. 😛 The Madras Crocodile Bank Trust and Centre for…
One of the personality traits that I inherited from my Dad is – I can’t stay idle. It takes herculean effort for me to…
Coaxing whispers of lapping waves, serenade me once more, as I hop down the winter-borne streets, splashing puddles on rain kissed pavements. The receding…