Purujeet Parida's
Insufficiently Understood Science Fiction Is Magic
This is where I write stories I want to tell, experiences I
want to share, thoughts that have been festering and/or
developing, as prose or with rhyme.
An exceptional beauty stood beside the funeral pyre, a single tear on her cheek contradicting the vision of perfect peace on her exquisite face. She stood twirling a blade of kush on her fine finge…
