In the evening, the shadows of evergreen trees, gently spill beneath the tombstones of the dead. The heaving earth pays tribute to the dead by pouring down her tears, the heavy rain. The farmer, who found solace in a piece of rope, rests here, his...

This morning, I woke up to see- no birds in the morning sky, no messages in my inbox, and no newspaper in the balcony. Suddenly I felt so lonely............ Silence had rooted in my backyard garden- and had borne anonymous flowers which sent off a...