Avinuo Kire’s Where the Cobbled Path Leads is anchored in a familiar terrain, Nagaland, a place......

Like a ribbed Sun My days are grey strips Shuffling through swaths Of your glowing kindness...

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1 – 1998 children of my age played kickball or baseball.I tried once in a while,but......

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Literature holds a mirror to society and pushes us to investigate our narrow mindsets. All of......

That summer evening, the smoke of disquiet gathered between her voice and thought as jackfruit chips...

A ghazal for my Dadi and her sisters First you must find a copse...

After snagging mirrors and skimming fendersat a jammed junctionthe man in the next car goes on......

My grandmother knew a womanwhose kindnessspluttered like mustard seeds in hot oil,scented like curry leaves and......