If we don’t push ourselves hard enough for the race ahead, we’d be crushed in the stampede that followed.
In two months, this blog turns six years old. And yes, I’m as surprised as you are.
I held a wilting flower in my hand
as it told me how I inspired it to die.
Appu loved his father more than he loved his stars. In a way, he looked up to both.
Despite the gold around her neck, she knew she lost the battle.