By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back….
By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back….