Life. Travels. Books. And everything in between.
“Talaaq..” Dumbfounded. .
On a sultry March afternoon
~ The games people play.
~ Of lost childhoods & explosions that shook the world order.
~ Inspired by Issa, Japanese poet.
His hands wobble. Her blood smeared letter kisses the floor.
Like a notorious child Sun paints my house red, the streets, the sky & the sea.
“I knew you’d come,” he said with the air of formality as I pulled the chair to make myself comfortable.
We met. Smiled at each other.