A winged angel on a moonlit night!

It had been an hour or two since the night had set in and things were proceeding as habitually as ever in our disturbingly regular, not-so-big yet not-so-small, apartment. Mom in the kitchen, dad packing his bags to leave for some errand to Chennai and me, as usual, watching that odd movie in TV, that had not yet been broadcasted to death a few hundred times.

Continue reading

Advertisements