Camouflaged Perception- Shweta Thawani
We called her silent and declared her at peace.
As the clock shifted to a quiet oscillation from the chirping tick tocks,
Screeching horns vanished off the streets,
Blasphemy couldn't be heard - of course not of birds but humans naturally.
The trade seemed gave the impression of being still- how treacherous!
In tranquility, she knew the trade never stops.
The smell from the...