The Spell Of Her Disappearance

Into the abyss, they drove as he and I stood at the gateway, teary-eyed. No, there was no Amma, not even a soft whisper as I had hoped; none in the last decade. The monsoon downpour created havoc once again. Like her adolescence, it is wild, alluring and burdensome at once. A random crevice overflows with sludge.… Continue reading The Spell Of Her Disappearance