The meat and the eatery. The myth and the mystery.

The morning came, after a night spent wrapped around each other’s warm arms. Unaware of ongoing proceedings as day broke, he stayed yet asleep; in the same bed which played host to the many before him.

Her tiptoeing did little to make sure he stayed in, still sleeping like a child, rocked to sleep by the caring hands of a loving mother, the Continue reading The meat and the eatery. The myth and the mystery.

It is easy telling a story with pictures

But painting a picture with words,

is like – loving your profile, updates but not you.

or comparing this to – “laf wan kii me die”!!