Split-self

A girl who had A Cotton Candy heart That stored in All memories In its Pinkish layers.... Enchanted by Granny's Narration of Ashwatthama, Gandharva, and Demons..... Wakes up One fine morning To get discarded From the Ocean of Love To the Desert of Desertion. The pangs of loneliness, The inner revolt of words untold The anguish of the abandoned, Made her love Satan As much as God.. This is her - Self Her SPLIT - SELF "When Kunjan creates a world within a world with words, it will take the reader to a beautiful island of imagination." T.D. Ramakrishnan