The Key

When I was young, I thought it was easy to pick locks. All I had to do was to bend a wire around the key so that its edges fit the key’s teeth like a jacket. That done, I would not care about the key. It could get lost in the rain, sink into a … Continue reading The Key

Entering a contest and I need your help

Couldn't have been a more blatant plug, no? I need a hand. Or hands. Or clicks. Submitted a poem to the Tata LitLive MyStory Contest. Here's the entry: Do click on the link above and vote if you think the poem is good enough; Of course it's damn good 😉 The line breaks seem to have … Continue reading Entering a contest and I need your help