A feast to the ears By R.Krishnamurthy
How many bird sounds I heard
This morning.Ten thousand could
I say.How they sang in a harmoy
It was like Mozzart’s symphony
My interview by a Mass-com student
My interview by a Mass-com student whom I met in a vibrant place in Hyderabad. (Name won’t be revealed because of her request for anonymity)
Adeeva’s evening with Gautham- by Pawan Kumar
Gautham was waiting for Adeeva. The one girl in his world whom he loved to meet. It has been a month that they met in person and Adeeva called Gautham, last night, just to have a casual meet. Gautham was looking at the city far away in some random thoughts.
Breakup in the Coffee House- by Sharath Chandra
It was a sunny day and the scorching sun made the scene more intense. Sharath was sitting diagonally in the corner facing the door with his right leg placed over left, with his left hand at his chin, and eyes focussed towards the door.
Don’t invite me to your marriage
To do anything in life one will have a reason which is either built by his knowledge gathering process or induced in shortcut by people and surroundings around him.
O, sun By R.Krishnamurthy
You are moving at a snail’s pace
In a chariot pulled by seven horses
On a familiar course across the sky
With no stop over through out the day