The haze. There is a haze. There is always a haze, of some sort or the other. That is how things are. Perhaps because we have got so used to how things are, to how haze always is, that we no longer see the haze. But it’s there. We see through this haze or that. Continue reading “Merey ghar aanaa, aanaa zindagi”
We shall duly clap
And put this virus in a flap
So it falls into your trap
And again shall we duly clap.
There is no escape. None. Not from me. I am Karuna, Karuna, the Virus. Continue reading “Come now, please fall prey to me”