“I fled to Meerut one night.” Rabha’s nonchalant reply catches me a bit off guard. The......

i left    my voice         in the paddies                a gasp tucked            between the rootsof young rice my griefwore anklets              and stepped barefoot......

At the moment of my waking, I knew two things. I wanted to lose my memory......

My brother peeks into the living room and excitedly shouts at me, “Come and see. Come......

(for Shinjini) The chaos—the crush of bodies,like torn pages from a long, unread novel, piled up......

(for poet Arun Kamal) Longevity is a longing for an unknown biological future—at first glance, our......

Room 1101, Case 6870, A Survivor’s Case History            Its multiple anchors......