The Retreat- Suhaas Putta




#3 Pic Story: Brown.



“Pick me” the clay screamed.
But Plaster of Paris lured the little girl.
The next time she went for a picnic to the lake,
There were limbs and trunks floating
And they stank and never sank.

For our childhood necklace road memories, for our future hyderabadi style dates, for our Hussainsagar, opt for BROWN.