I still remember our very first meeting
It took place in our hostel dining hall
You came, sat before us and joined for lunching
Rice, buttermilk, Chappathi and daal...
25 April 2015
POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY LIGHT
Posted by Vinoth Subramanian | Saturday, April 25, 2015 Categories: D.K. Patel, Help the blind foundation, Letters, Light, Own Experience, Poems11 April 2015
SHOULD I TELL THIS TO MY PARENTS?
Posted by Vinoth Subramanian | Saturday, April 11, 2015 Categories: Comedy, Journey, Own Experience, Short Story
“Do you have vision or not?” somebody was asking someone in
the train while I was travelling to Beach station yesterday. I was tending on
the iron-wall of the train. Twenty minutes ago, my friend Thameem had called me
but I couldn’t pick for I was in the certificate counter to receive my original
documents for the purpose of bank job. I thought of calling him after boarding.
“Open your mouth and say. Do you have vision or not?” the
person continued.
He might have asked it for more than five times I think. I
was wondering like, whom is he...
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