Life in a Golden Cage

There was a strange uniformity in everything; the energy drained faces, the dresses, the rooms, routines, the walls, caretakers; well, that’s about literally every boarding school. Though we had a well defined time table for our life there – reminding constantly about it by the ear splitting sound of that bell – I liked to…

Hope

Dark clouds have cried down, There can only be sunshine now; To blaze what remains… ~Another try on haiku, for Ronovan’s haiku challenge for this week using the words ‘clouds’ and ‘sunshine’. Featured image taken from the terrace on an evening just after a heavy rain. Pune rains are like this, sudden unexpected pour downs…