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......

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Budhnu was a rapid learner. A new language every six days as he picked up tourists......

a silent lizard flicks its tail, patient companion as I sit staring at the fan...

Battle Number He took a swing at her a whiskey-tinged record flew in circles...

The smell of phenol floats in the morning fog. At the entrance, I slip my feet......