To Quill the Mocking World


By Ravish Karan Singh

Deva and Devika crouched right there in a corner, while she wept. Her throat was hoarse, her tear unflinching – looked like she forgot Deva and Devika for sometime. Like their presence marginalized for hours.

May 8, 2015 · 1 Comment

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