A Diva is Devoured; A Monk is Born.
Well, I’m starting 2021 with the above couplets that I wrote this morning. A gloomy beginning? Don’t get me started, please! What makes the couplet gloomy? Stars turning black; or ocean going dry? Do we have to necessarily associate ‘black’ with the blues (pun intended)? And, dry with cry? Why should I be happy when …