An ode to the VNIT Bhutta
It's the monsoon again, and I cannot think of a place where I'd rather be than near you. Near the black lumps of coal that beckon me with their hissing steam as they prepare themselves to transform a simple corn...
An ode to the VNIT Bhutta
It's the monsoon again, and I cannot think of a place where I'd rather be than near you. Near the black lumps of coal that beckon me with their hissing steam as they prepare themselves to transform a simple corn...