Plain Jane

Hi,
Since most of you follow this blog through Google plus, I wanted to just say thank you to all of you for sticking by and leaving all these wonderful comments on my blog posts. Once G+ shuts down, all these comments will disappear, which is a sad thing...

When the hot rain washes the traffic cones,
It will be you, me and your pinstripe shirt.
With an urge to kneel on the terrazzo flooring,

It was that time of the day again- night. The security guard's whistling sessions were creeping me out more than I already was; the dogs were howling in chorus, allowing my heartbeat to synchronise with it; and finally, there was the ticking of the clock...

Dawn had just begun sprinkling her fairy dust on our homeland, and it clearly meant another day of struggle for me. To others what I experienced was just another natural phenomena, but to me, it was something greater; something worth pondering over.
Being a flower meant I had certain responsibilities to fulfil, and catering to other's needs was one of them or maybe all of them. Either way, I had to please everyone just by being present; be it for early morning strollers or for a canine's claim for...