Stories.poetry.life
They live their lives in threat. The burners who work in cremation grounds and earn just a penny. They play with fire. Risk their lives. Spend their day in the burning grounds. There are ashes all floating up in the air. There's smoke. A shamshaan ghat And they do not take much for that work. …
That smell of heritage hotels still pertains in my nostrils!Breathe in a long void of fresh air, so beautiful. The water has a different colour, the same water sold in the market for hundreds and thousands of bucks!Open up the wooden windows or the doors to the balcony and tune in to a melody that …
Soumyable 