The housesthat stood there yesterdayCapped with golden hayAnd the grapevinesthat welcomed us like hosts Have become......

I knock on your door armedto scream back, to hearthe perennial excuse: I amworking—at the cornertable of......

Dawn with its scarlet prideShimmers in the fierce waterof the sacred riverwith all its glory and......

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

A Reminder that Fiction Never Lies On March 19, 1986 Sahebrao Karpe, a farmer from drought-prone......

Like a ribbed SunMy days are grey stripsShuffling through swathsOf your glowing kindnessAnd then… they dissolve......

WHY TELL STORIES? The seeds for this translation project were sown from chance epiphanies that jolted......

is that I am grinding masala, changing bed sheets, fixing a lunch for two, folding laundry,......

We say thank youTo the lovers that came with exit plansThis cruelty is also a kindness......

Aajoba looked like he was lying down peacefully. Like the days we finished a lunch of......