Migration, Exile…these are men’s words. Women have always been torn up like rice seedlings to be......

The Twilight Is Yellow Observe the magenta sepals of the lotus bud streaked with slime. It......

What comes after the thing is already part of the present After that thing: the interview/exam/wedding/......

Some rats have been trying very hard to get inside our home. They’ve chewed through exhaust......

The sluggish sway of mosquito nets Your saree clinging to the sweat of your back The......

Outsiders must learn this river’s code. Today the sun will be shrouded but the bare bodied......

The watchman – that is to say the man who mends watches – does not look......

He hugs his tumbler of tea. It is the most precious thing. He stands beneath a......

“Describing her eyes is not easy, because they are not just eyes — they are a......

“Delicate, slender hands, each with five fingers like thin pencils of varying heights, standing side by......