Memories and senses of Samuel Sheraton

I can feel the smell, the smell of freshly baked dough. The sweet smell of dough is throughout the street; it makes my mouth water. I looked at the bakery, and the bakers are not open yet. Maybe they are preparing for today. I look up at the sky, and the sun has not risen.Continue reading “Memories and senses of Samuel Sheraton”

India, let’s sense the senses!

Why?What has happened to our eye?Are we actually even seeing?;When we can’t really see what’s going on in our country? Our rights, our power, our moneyBut looks like we too are politician’s bunnies;Our wrong electoral choices;Rapes, murders are the consequences. Why?What has happened to our voice?Has money blinded our morals & principles?That being ignorant hasContinue reading “India, let’s sense the senses!”