a beautiful village faraway from the maddening city, Kimadi it’s home to many hills covered with deep green thickets where the engulfing serenity narrates the stories of kisses, goodbyes, and everlasting hopes. noisy waterfalls and smoke rising from a maggi bowl sitting on the edge of a road, my eyes fall onto the horizon, the clear sky, and later onto the warm sun. lost; not mistaken; indeed with a pretty miss taken dancing on puffed, white, cotton clouds, holding her hand and, yes, a cake - black rum *** buy my books on amazon - redhya
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.