GOaT

I like goats. I like clicking pictures. I like clicking pictures of goats. Okay. A tale of 2 goats on the ghats of Ganges

Potterica

[Me]: *Combing my hair. Hair Falling. Ignoring.* [Me in the mirror]: *stares back with dung under nose expression* [Me]: *Comb, comb. Turns bald.* [MITM]: Why do you always wear that T-shirt? You should wear something brighter. [Me]: This T is as big as the void in my heart and as grey as my soul. Stop...

The Emu Workshop

On raiding the resurrected old PC in my room, I found this piece of writing from over a decade ago. I remember writing the first draft of the story during a train journey, tweaking it a million times after returning home and then stowing it away. Here it is. Kindly keep in mind that I...