meet me sometime and i will tell you about the excruciating pleasure of being guilty.
coax me a little more and i might even divulge one or two things about how the sun kissed the saffron sky and night fell precariously on the wet ground.
i could even tell you few things about chorai and shalik and how they nonchalantly frisked about my backyard this afternoon unperturbed by the crow's harsh cawings.
but maybe,i would let that pass.
i wouldn't want chorai-shalik to grow up hating me because i told on them.