Pondering upon a day at the Bazaar

The entrance to this bazaar opens with a chicken meat shop and right beside it a flower shop, sitting beside each other are chickens in a cage, half asleep because there are no customers right now and so it’s not yet their time to die. The bucket beside the cage where the butcher washes his

On Appreciation of Farmers

It is late at night and have been away from home for a month. The first edible I need is mildly cold and clean water. The second thing I need is rice for dinner and I am terribly hungry, doubly because of my craving for rice. It is September and I am travelling right now.