Searching… google knows what I did last summer, the fragrance of my soap....

Marriage: The garden of rosesI will not say that academicians are intellectuals, but we see so......

‘mine’ he was mine until a company cleared our village, dug a Mine...

She was a year old when her parents left for the City. Varsha, her parents had......

Underappreciated by those to whom all herbs, plants, roots and tubers...

Unchaperoned WomanRhythm of her Earth in her stepsSmell of Rain in BreathAn unleashed River Unchaperoned WomanFlows......

For eight hours, they search his house, help themselves to the bread that sits crumbling...

Word was the first bornOf a Universe spinning in bedlamThe rhythm of rainAnd symphony of rivers......

Women’s memoirs have interested me such as Ayaan Hirschi Ali’s unforgettable...

I have all your collections, I have all my praise for your poetic achievement....