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.
On most occasions, everything seemed hunky-dory. On a few others, seeds of doubt sprouted. The waves of incertitude ebbed and flowed. The window was ajar and the humidity was discomforting. His gaz…
