By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made…
By: Ananya S Guha You do not spell doom only, blue eyes as my head whirls in fantasy of what you were, I were in those oblivious days of oranges and a fireplace of steaming fog baked rice, home made…