By: Leena Adhvaryu As I sit alone and ponder over a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my…
By: Leena Adhvaryu As I sit alone and ponder over a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my…