My first investigative story.... Although a refined version, considering the sensitivity of the subject on the website, here's a bit for those for those who want to read the helpless chaos behind the colouful canvas of a cirucs.....
Sheer abuse.... here
It took seven dusks, a minolta, a heavy weight on the heart and objective ears to witness.
Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
7 comments:
Good story, got the unrefined version, wud definetly be interested in that to.
Thanks Anon....for your wisdom and your rhyme for Meta....
Felt connection...thanks :-)
well written...maybe fewer adjectives would arouse more empathy than pity....pain is felt not described...anyway we have become too numb to be shocked by anything..
..commendable choice of topic...
good going girl.... really feels so good to see ur name in prnt as d author..... :)
quite a refreshing change from the usual straight-typed words in the papers these days..oh wait!! i subscribe to TOI-let...ah well....jokes apart...loved the lyrical & musing(wait is that an adjective?) flow about it...
thanks oskar, ag and anon....
keeping lyrical musings alive..*smirk*..
Hey S,
I always enjoy reading your ramblings (and i mean that in a good way, but u knew that, right?).
Very interesting choice of topic is all i can say. Rest has either been said by you or unspeakable with the words that we know.
Keep writing, you can never write enough..
Oh, and i love the way you personally reply to the comments. Very personal-touch.. ;Þ
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