Confessions of a passing cloud…5
‘My latest beau left a blotch of tears on my uniform & slept on my chest peacefully, he still used Continue reading
‘My latest beau left a blotch of tears on my uniform & slept on my chest peacefully, he still used Continue reading
I always wanted to have a toy gun exactly like the one in the photograph, a snug grip, grooves near Continue reading
‘Arun…Where are you baby’? ‘Don’t you ever try to baby me, kid.’ My voice sounded harsh. She apologized, I knew Continue reading
‘What do you do when your ex’s 8 years old son calls you up to attend his PTM?’ ‘No idea’, Continue reading