5 November
2017
There is always one that lingers on…
His friends are long gone. But he – with his pale yellow shoot and pock marked skin – is still clinging on to the twig and to dear life…
His friends are long gone. But he – with his pale yellow shoot and pock marked skin – is still clinging on to the twig and to dear life…
A realisation
Rajib, I can see this comment coming right after your visit to India but that’s life .
I was not trying to draw any connection but I see your point…
O Henry’s ‘The Last Leaf’
The singular yellow leaf flutters on the bare branches , fighting,as it were,the inevitable