Monday, April 12, 2021


Shayari by Monika Agrawal

Monika Agrawal

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...