Write to live, Live to write
Google Maps wanted me to take the sensible route. I wanted mountains, forests, winding roads, questionable decisions and possibly a goat. So naturally, we had words. A story about motorcycles, highways, potholes, Google Maps, and why sometimes the best route is the one that makes absolutely no sense.
Dear Goddess Lakshmi, Do not come to our homes this Diwali. We have enough money to burn up in smoke even as our cities choke and suffocate. We wager our ill-gotten gains and surplus income on the serves of a card.
Today I needed a gentle hug, I needed to bask in some warm sunshine. Outside was dark and bleak and sad, So, I looked into this heart of mine. But it was just as dark in there, And cracked, and bruised and broken. But through it all I caught a glance, Of all the memories I had stored within.
