Colour

The squirrel kept scurrying from one branch to another – its hectic activity in stark contrast to the peace with which I was watching it...

It was quite cold in there. Chilly! She couldn’t stand the cold. But everyone told me it doesn’t matter as she is no more. But she was ver...

I sat on the bench, waiting for him to come. I had reached earlier than our agreed time. Maybe because I had a mind full of questions that...

His hair curled so lovingly around his hairline. A few grays here and there. I never let him cut his hair too short. Because I loved run...

A cold morning. Cold enough to layer up wisely and yet not cold enough to deter me from a morning walk in the park. A morning walk is like ...