The Year That Was
a year on Medium and the stories which bloomed
Yesterday I learnt a new word Cockaigne which means an imaginary land of luxury and idleness, that’s what Medium has been for me.
It’s been an year since this place has been a home for me, a place where I can walk in and write anything in the name of poetry. Most of the time it’s a rant or that scribbling which I know I can’t…