It was one of those 'grey days'- The sky was grey, The clouds, the weather, my mood- All grey. I walked down the worn down asphalt, Its once crow black colour Now faded to dull grey. An old lady walked past me, Her back hunched, her deaf ears Sticking out of her lifeless grey hair, … Continue reading Grey
A patchwork of greens. The smell of lemongrass and raw leaves and rough bark and wet mud wafted as we rode the crude path. Up and down the jeep went, tilting this way and that. A solitary tree jutted out of the green sea. White froth shielded the far horizon, shielding the sky and the … Continue reading Finally free. Finally home.