When Godsy heard.

When I decide I must write after a break of eight long months, I write with excitement. I start off from where I last left, God’s little angel-Godsy.   “I have seen sadness. I have seen torture,I have seen desperation, I have seen weakness. But most of all I have seen hope.” The first time I…

This is the life of a destitute.

It’s been 23 days today. I have seen an expired visa hold back life, more cruelly, death. Today, when I wish more than anything for some help, I silently wish even more that Haridas had had some documents. It perhaps wouldn’t have been so hard then. Bhaskaran Haridas was a highly reputed photographer. Like any…