On my side table in the office I have a box of mint a quarter bottle of cologne an antiperspirant remnants from my smoking days may be.. a cream for dry skin no!,  two bottles of dry skin cream luckily not from the same company. but not sure why I never use either of them a pen a power cable from an old monitor a … Continue reading 4/30 – Office Valuables – National Poetry Month 2018

May be someday I too will learn to forget and then it will all be normal. But till then I will let the memories wickedly savor on the wounds little by little. Or may be memories are like people; They too get fed up feeding on the same old thing over and over. They might stop finding it tasty and exotic and then stop coming. … Continue reading Memories Come