passion
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Withered
After we made love the other night, I looked at you, lying naked, silhouetted against the moonlight that crept into our apartment like a voyeur. I let my fingers trace the outline of your body—the curves and the arched back, speaking a language of fiery oranges and whispered reds. I then looked at the surrounding… Continue reading
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A rose for Valentine’s Day
I work as a team leader for a non-profit organisation in Bangalore, specialising in publishing poetry written by people from minority communities. It’s a tedious desk job, and I sit in my cubicle and edit manuscripts that show promise, among other tasks. I recently found out that Arjun, the accountant, has embezzled funds over the… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
Ordinary Person 