Friday, August 20, 2010


Letters trickle to form words. Words queue up and make sentences. Sentences creep along to become paragraphs. Creating something new or reliving old memories. Do they make sense? Very hard to guess. They project my mood or change it while at work... making me nauseous or exhilarated by the end.

The naked soul being vulnerable for the world to see.


nilu said...


Thulasy Mary Elizabeth said...

Veritta Chinthakal.....Good to see your post.