“Do you accept card?” I sheepishly held a carton of blueberries. “Of course.” He frowned as......

Once upon a timeRefugees from faraway landarrived on the islandsearching for bounties of their home land.They......

Look, no more chamadumpas,kovakais or obese baingans.Just artisanal pork, bhootjolokia and kebabs: no moreneed to lie......

In another rendering, Kunti wonders What if she didn’t set her lovechild in the river....

If only she had been allowed to complete her story A voice from behind...

The ride is bumpy and rattles the bones,and the burden of memories, curdles the mind.The landscape......

The heart’s barricades are open.Sailing tomorrow. The quiet neighbour, darkBut for nativity in the far corner.......

Walking into my poem she sat like a metaphor on hunger, her child slung on her......

The kitchen tries to say something today— yellow-thick moong dal canopying a heap of plain basmatiresembles......