On my way to visit my mother
Diversion of rain caught me lacking umbrella on my way to the deathbed of mother. My mother is dying now, I have given farewell so many times before. But now […]
Daily Archives: April 27, 2019
Willing to wilt
Not easy to fit the rhythm of bits it tilts into pieces; no wit or reason is lit it wilts like flowers in grit are lost without shit in guilt. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 