As calm as her pink lipstick

  Death, I assume is insanely, tranquil. Just as calm as her beautiful pink lipstick. Minutes before the bed is pushed into the Operation Theatre or just prior to being shifted to the operating table, comes a point when reluctance pushes through to a reluctant acceptance. The innate fear transforms to a strength to survive….

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…