Sowmya looked back at him,and then resumed her cooking.
‘You are mean,its my birthday – I haven't eaten one in so many months.’
Sowmya didn’t respond.
‘Ok, I’m going out & wont come back’he said running out of the kitchen.
The scorching sun follows me Hot dunes burn my feet I know you are waiting for me As I leave the last oasis. A grain of sand tears my skin T...