The poem shows getting clogged in the mud of memories. The poem shows getting clogged in the mud of memories.

I again started to take a walk which goes to you. My journey has been clogged but still ... I again started to take a walk which goes to you. My journey has been c...

Called in sick to catch up with friends Over a steaming pot of biryani Called in sick to catch up with friends Over a steaming pot of biryani

I parried, but my hands were loath and cold. I parried, but my hands were loath and cold.