The Shattered Story

How to read a shattered story? Sitting in an ordinary rusted general couch for unreserved in the Chennai Mail, crammed with passengers who complain about how it’s like the wagon tragedy (ofcourse they don’t know how wagon tragedy really was like); Munching on the staple food of the train – the Uzhunnuvada with a hole…

“Lumos”

Today, I raise my wand A glow at it’s tip, cuz You were the light, Who taught us what’s right, That to repent is wise Once you suss what’s vice. If only you could see, The agony now we fell in For our hero you were, Their truest friend there. I chant, “Alan beloved, May…