A Love Story About People You Know

Let me share with you a love story that will move and inspire you. It was pleasantly bright and slightly warmer than usual in Coonoor on 6th May 1982. An unsuspecting, coy

The Grand Artist

The Artist was alone. He scanned around the workshop and almost immediately spotted a few old rolls of canvas lying at the far east end. He wrenched them out and carefully unwrapped


There’s a portrait of me, I’ve painted in my head Perfection embroidered with idealistic thread Bound by the prison of precision, I miserably fail This wall of virtue, I can no longer

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