tales on a bright and sunny morning. Short Stories and other
creative writing pieces that I do from time to time, on the
films that I saw, books that I read, ideas and poems
Once upon a time, my dad gave me a black, boxy camera. My first. We were in Dehradun. Amaranthus (Amaranth?) flowers in the garden, sun and the clouds in the sky. It was winters, I guess, but I can…
