I remember one of my first safaris in Karnataka’s jungles. It was a Friday morning. We......

The war has ended,                         ......

Applauding Women on Screen, Silencing Them at Home A girl says at the dinner table that......

Today, I tiptoed through the land of those awaiting death, and found on my path a......

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

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

I am lost in her aging cavities of desire—donut-shaped, fragrant suns blossom in my flesh.I see......

I remember Agamemnonwhen we tied our horsesto a fig tree, peed a yellow streamalong its base.......

I have tried many times to get my mother to tell me about her marriage, but......

The moment he saw me, his face lit up with joy. I was surprised that my......