The Idea-smithy

If I had to write a PostSecret card, it would be a photograph of this old house and caligraphed over it in red ink, I loved you only because I didn’t think I deserved any better. Sometimes, telling a secret can be cathartic. I hope.

Asking only worker’s wages, I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come on from the whores of Seventh Island I do declare, There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there…… It has been raining in Mumbai for a whole week today. It slows down [...]