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rainy days and sundays

“bzzzzzzzzzz!” it was the carpenter bee. black and rotund and a little hazy as it...

a feeling i guess doesn’t lie. nor does grass gently rolling down the slope; nor do flowers...

by indrani robbins | Nov 3, 2016 | indi, Poetry | 4 |

when i see flowers i think of you purse your lips and perhaps you smile there is no distance...

the heavy teakwood doors burst open. binota and gopaler ma looked up startled, a few bodis fell...

by indrani robbins | Sep 24, 2016 | indi | 2 |

i was looking at this shot above when i suddenly thought of perfection. it’s a simple iphone...

Once upon a time, on a beautiful morning, when the birds and bees were heralding the arrival of...

What hits me first are the sounds of Pike Place Market. A constant hum of chatter of hawkers and...

there were flowers everywhere. from holland, from australia, from taiwan, and who knows where...

by DurgaS | May 23, 2015 | Now Brewing | 4 |

When one thinks of summer, the first thing that comes to mind is the heat, the hot sun, sweat...