Sherry, this was my secret.
My hideaway in the Nilgiris.
Where I get away to write.
To think. To ponder. To ruminate.
To spend time with select friends.
From years gone by. Or new found, like you.
How I wish you'd not publicly displayed
the images you shot at my place.
Now, how will I keep the hoards
of self-professed friends from visiting me?