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...

Fog weeds outtea estates and pine forests in Tindharia hillswith a whitewash till noon Cart road,......

Peeling Onions The kitchen tries to say something today yellow-thick moong dal canopying...

They are categorisingwhat has fallenfrom the house.Plastic is a conglomerateof colours. Metal shards of suns.Of wood......

If not for, when waiting for elevators to down itself,counting holes of smoke detectors or the......

When a book begins with this dedication, it includes every reader, every path. Shobhana Kumar’s collection......

I’m the slowest smoker that I know of I’ve watched a squirrel eat a groundnut...