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

The mango tree which I rearedis lost today   somewherein the jungle of my wishes. I used......

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

Leaves have fallen and lie buriedlike chocolate flakes in a cup of milk,like dead meat in......

What I’ll miss most about home as I leave Kolkata this spring: A pair...

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

AMID the swaying of the breeze, in the still silence of the forests, listening to the......

One April evening I saw the dance of fireflies Small smoulders coruscating amidst the gnarly boughs...

A pair of starlingssquat on a leafy branch ofthe Kadam tree opposite our verandah.A furry friend......

Birth of a Hill Shining through the cracks of life the warmth of wisdom...