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......

In the old days,every novel carried the same plots and characters—you could open any pageand read......

Bride of time,Death, stood at the foot of my coffin,Unloved and unmoved,A study in shades of......

SilenceForgive me if so often to your silence,I know no reply but my own silence.I see......

He picked off the green moss from the wet brick,Slowly; carefully enjoying the simple texture.He remembered......