This evening, its face rigidas though it had had a stroke.A large owl burrows deep into......

The first time it happens, you are barely twelve So much blood must mean...

The Portrait This evening, its face rigid as though it had had a stroke....

Broken gram, herweight and balance, beam, repeatdoesn’t miss a single beat Woman as splittingheadache, bad apple,......

Stella Miss leans toward meto ask if I know any scary stories.Barely waiting for my no,......

Migration, Exile…these are men’s words.Women have always been torn uplike rice seedlings to be replantedin marriage......

Kites are flimsy, fragile,decorative, paper-thin,bearing their wooden cross,biding their time in airless drawers,hidden away from the......

…two teenage girls were gang-raped and then hanged from a tree in a village in the......

Protima (The Goddess) The Goddess astride a lion,spear-tip dug into the bleeding heart ofdying mahisasur, is......

Generations Protima The Goddess astride a lion, spear-tip dug into the bleeding heart...