me and my solitude
As the rhythm picks upAnd the world passes byEach moment comes aliveJostling for attention Flashes of humourSprinkled with sunshineWandering thoughtsFluttering in the breezeHidden…
As the rhythm picks upAnd the world passes byEach moment comes aliveJostling for attention Flashes of humourSprinkled with sunshineWandering thoughtsFluttering in the breezeHidden…
The talks of a trail run in Pondicherry were making the rounds of PDP-a track for our speed workouts. We heard stories about…
As my tired legs beat the digital clock, I raced across the finish line…….I celebrated the end of the race to the words…….“I…