Ashay Abbhi

“There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.”

“There was a spring in his carefully measured step. He opened the door and let the sunlight in, as if opening himself up, letting pent-up energy out and, letting the world enter inside- letting the light illuminate him. It was strange to see him like that, a tad amusing perhaps. He had thought it over. He had decided to welcome me with happiness and joy and to present his best self to me, whenever I decide to come.”