Algorithms can’t feel

Thick wintry veil had already descended upon, when my train finally chugged its way into the station. Out of the station, it looked as if only that huge metal monster could move here. Everything else was sitting still and foggy. I was the only passenger who alighted from a train that made an unscheduled stop on a mid winter midnight. Understandably, none attended me. I looked for a chaiwala, the only person who stays awake on such nights. I could find no sign of him or of anybody around the station. Few dogs noticed me roaming and gave out a bored growl. Algorithms can’t feel वाचन सुरू ठेवा

A Petal

My life had thrown me a petal.
A clean yellow, streaked with red petal. A Petal वाचन सुरू ठेवा