Decay

This city is decaying; Its rivers are dead. Dead fish, chemical foam and a pungent smell is all that's left. This city is decaying; Its skies are empty with no stars. Smog, dust particles and artificial light smothers my vision and breathe. This city is decaying; You and I are the fugus eating off it.…Read more Decay

RIGMAROLE

ACT I_ The Truth “Do you love me?” asked Vina caressing Praveen’s hair. “I don’t know.” answered Praveen. “Why?” Vina looked into his eyes, she always felt it. She knew he was afraid of something. His eyes were pale. “Can you please change the music?” “Answer my question first.” “Can you please change the music…Read more RIGMAROLE