So I read today that you are dead.
Are dead, and were dead, and was dead. Ah the beauties of the English language, each statement reflects for the audience who I am…well to hell with them. 467 more words
Mehrauli is a land of numerous ruins, broken houses, unnamed tomb, demolished mosques and tales of ‘Djinns.’ As I walked into the dense vegetation of the forest, there were a thousand folds of ruins, but what got me thinking was the sign boards were quite less than the structures. 427 more words