It was the first time I was stepping out of the house after the hysterectomy. My......

Bending over clouds We are dunked, face first Into the broken arteries of Kolkata: Dissected torso......

Your golden voice was a curse beauty for you was fatal then your insistence to submit......

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

Look It has fallen in my courtyard Chopped down My Neem tree has fallen The swing......

I’ll still remember the big amber traffic light beaming on like a wristwatch of worn out......

From where he lies, I see the crumbling walls of the bungalow where his mother kept......

The heart, a courtroom, where affections are adjourned, sine die. Postponed, deferred, delayed, filed away in......

The smoky breath settles on the windows once again, a city loses itself; captive to the......

This ovi was written by Bahinabai when she was widowed early in life. Here she addresses......