Fortune favours the brave, they say. Only the brave die young, they also say. So, are only the brave fortunate enough to die young? Then how does one explain the freakish, cruel stroke of fate that snuffed the life out of a budding cricketer? Phillip Hughes would have turned all of 26 on Sunday had…
Pedestrians, go take a walk! No, not on the footpath. This is outside the Supreme Court in the national Capital.
Tonight he woos melancholia In all its finery. There are lines of worry, There is a silent fury That rages on inside And gnaws at his head. The whiskey is half-done, The cigarette stubs are golden brown. Anger and angst are knocking close, His body and soul scream: helpless. Tonight she courts memories And looks…
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