The sight is scary – bodies found floating in holy rivers. Scarier are the human vultures mud larking on the shore, on a spree to find jewels on dead bodies. They don’t realise the families of the unfortunate dead were too scared of infected bodies, and too poor to afford a proper cremation. (52 words)


A roof, a tree, sky above me Should I sulk or laugh in glee? I cannot reach you, God, just see