Travel. Stories. Poetry.
I work and work till my hands get sore,My back breaks and my neck aches.In the end, all we get is one meal a day.Don't act surprised, you know this is our way. Oh, come to our slum and see.We don't have the luxury to go on a debate spree.Upper caste, lower caste, rules are... Continue Reading →
✨ Seen, a confident woman on the stageUnseen, the tears shed in the green room Seen, fearless advocacy against abuseUnseen, the vulnerability and pain of suffering Seen, hugs and love of people cheeringUnseen, backstabbing monsters and scars Seen, the light she shinesUnseen, the darkness she swallowed Seen, a calm spirited determined soulUnseen, a once fallen... Continue Reading →
Vineesha Badabhagni 