Will of a marginal writer

By Sunil Sharma   When I die, erase all the memories as I do not wish to linger on in few digital pictures stored in a Smartphone moments, moods, posed smiles of no immediate or historical worth, social value  or public  relevance to family or friend or foes; I wish to be forgotten and obliterated … Continue reading Will of a marginal writer

Succour, natural

By Sunil Sharma A rose or two, on a dump, sway in the Mumbai wind the light plays on the blood-red hues ---an aberration by nature, or so it seems--- to some cynics. The tender flowers can turn that smelly stretch into a colourful spot of brown earth. The solid waste generated by the  urban folks running into … Continue reading Succour, natural