“There ought to be a law against publishing the first draft of an autobiography.”
“Who does…er..outta errors?”
“Because it’s raw, it’s your truth and it will change.”
“And become a lie.”
“No”
“Still be the truth?”
“The penny has dropped!”
“There ought to be a law against publishing the first draft of an autobiography.”
“Who does…er..outta errors?”
“Because it’s raw, it’s your truth and it will change.”
“And become a lie.”
“No”
“Still be the truth?”
“The penny has dropped!”
Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove. View more posts