Short stories (55 Fiction) is what I have been writing of
late. There is a rare review post (an event, a play, a book)
Besides, travelogues find there way to my blog too.
Sand on the freckle near her navel glistened under the afternoon sun. With only a scanty panty and, a straw hat to cover her bosom, she lay bare with waves from the sea caressing her feet. With a s…
