Holidays. If they had a way to express, ‘spare me’, would it be. A sparing dose of holidays was enough to kick start the rest of the working months. After slogging it out; waiting for the next fresh batch of holiday, was a natural progression of deprived corporate and state slaves. Packing off clothes for weeks of stay at the native place. Then packing another smaller duffle bag for a weekend stay at another relative’s
Author: Avanti Sopory
Entangled in balls of yarn; origins unknown...With a blunt pencil, the quintessential machine and the cacophony; hope to knit a flying carpet and steer the magic carpet around…
Yours truly, Slave Of Words