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.
Houses in flames, and hearts ablaze streets in pain and severed limbs strewn around In hate lies the heart, in rage lights the mind Tears ...