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

We call her Mother Nature. And then we treat her exactly as we would our mother.......

unseen whistleof a pressure cooker lifts shrieking parrotsoff the neighbouringmango tree. summer airscattering green....

distanttrees. loud that far call –not birdbut squirrel. that—the late-risingkoel in the greencrownof twin bungalows....

It was past 11 pm at the airport. I had 5-year-old Kabir with me — tired,......

A Translation of Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s Intesaab (Dedication) Agha Shahid Ali, in his introduction to The......

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

It’s always the acridly sweet smell of shit and matted dust crossing into Hauz Khas village.......

There remains an orange peel map under my collarbones,By the time we meet, it will rot......

it has become     a reconciliation  this return to the jaws of the river        waters......