Mitra Samal’s Silence Has A Sound is a home to a warm collection of poems that......

A long cantilever bridge, steel frames and a bewildered city. In the waters, are three boats,......

From a two-hundred-year-old Shiva temple, turn left. The market road in Gokarna has two castes, the......

In the dead of the night, lying on the ghats, I smell of you and your......

The boys were not the only ones keeping an eye out on her. Their school was......

Sade rolled her eyes.“Yes, Mum,” she said into the speakerphone, absently fiddling with the plaque on......

“Look at that belly!”  Her voice sends the crows flying. Hunched over the purring cat, she......

The ash falls like dirty snow over the Ward of Shards, coating the corrugated tin roofs......

I. The Fourth Time I woke at eight in the morning and reached for my phone.......

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out......