I don’t know why
In the corridors of deep memory Flashing through the thick mist of past Are deep storms roaring And shadows of invisible throbs fading up; Cracking thoughts calling back Making great waves of wounds And...
In the corridors of deep memory Flashing through the thick mist of past Are deep storms roaring And shadows of invisible throbs fading up; Cracking thoughts calling back Making great waves of wounds And...
These quotes originally belong to my translations of my Malayalam novel titled – Mattoru Meerayaay, which literally means ……. As Another Meera It’s not easy to justify our dreams and destinations with...
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