Long drawn shadows are also children of the sun. Cast far away on a landscape faintly......

Our dying fathers, taken inward, no longer embrace us cheek-to-cheek, but become the tongue within our......

Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you. Sand under our feet and fishing boats......

How do you interpret small miracles in the Universe? the Palash all in bloom, looking ruby......

A ghazal for my Dadi and her sisters First you must find a copse of trees......

Sarasoti is my motherShe teaches me my tongueHow many secrets has she plantedIn daughter Bahina’s mind!......

So many of them barefoot and merry striding through the unholy muck on the ghats at......

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

“In the heart of darkened nights, my mother became my hope. With a gaze both warm......

“I say through glass. I smell blood, someone else’e— her husband’s—who’s down in the mouth, but......