Poems Just women Ages and ages on, men have called women "the bright moon", "a glittering star", and "a fluttering angel"; And pretty much everything celestial, ethereal
rape From the Ashes, With Fear It was hot. It was hotter than the milk my mommy gave me every evening. My big brother used to play matchstick game, and my mother scolded saying the fire
society The Curse of “Vellachery” This probably looks like a picture of badly maintained roads on a rainy day. On the contrary, this is the picture of my locality in Velachery taken around 5.30
