Saving Wild Ferns

The whistle of the pressure cooker was yet to blow and it seemed an endless wait. In the meantime, my cell phone rang. Divya Calling…… Divya: Hello… Me: Yes Divya, tell me.. Divya: Hey, where are you man? Me: I am at home, tell me.. Divya: See, near the 30th hairpin bend, people from the […]