It’s Nanjangud Annu visits raves about as she usually does about old temples the older the monument the more the raving so long as they are well preserved like the famed pickles. I too visited this...
Trees at Yelahanka Railway Station
They have neither doors Nor thresholds. The trees. Crows, some fresh buds of a dark floral pattern, Perch on them. The trees. An evening train is yet to arrive, Like a pair of scissors Shearing through the wind, Under...