Two strangers share a cab and a conversation.
Tag: Writing
Blood
There was a light shining through the rubble. It wasn’t too bright. Just enough to offer hope that there was a way out. Ayesha was trapped beneath the rubble.
Meera
“In complete control, pretending control, With dignified authority, we are charlatans. Or maybe just a goat’s-hair brush in a painter’s … More
Intelligent marketing content: How to get the foundation right?
Wake up in the morning to the TV turned on, the morning music show plays along in the background. It … More
Ramblings of Anusha 