Revanth Ukkalam

The broken ship by an awkwardly spilt backwater stretch, lay like a mess of disappointment just like the one that it caused. The world of letters makes lesser beings like me feign personality despite the profound lack of it. I was forced to scramble for words to talk about “slutty time”, the making of “man’s exits” from the world-stage, the fragility of human ego – none words of mine. Much less th