p.s
Shri Surajit Kumar Mishra
surajit.198@gmail.com
New York,
USA
The thunderstorms were roaring.
But it is the lightning that I'm afraid of. Every time a white streak shoots
across the sky, I feel as if it would strike me. But the aim was never good
that day; it kept missing my apartment room on the 7th floor and
vanishing midway into thin air. It was Saturday and I was at home, writing a
story on my laptop. As usual, the lights...
