It’s eight past seven,And I am home,Stitching my museOn a crimson chinar leafI have recently rescuedFrom......

Tonight the fever burns brightThe symmetry of bones visibleLike loops of tiger-light. A black swallow collects......

Growing up in small mining towns in India’s hinterlands has exposed me to all kinds of......

When gypsy tribes move From camp to camp, What they are looking for is blessings...

He pings her, “Date tonight?” She starts getting ready immediatelybecause she needs a long time to......

Questions arise with the sun. Now that your bed is empty,What unites us but your failings?......

‘Not listening to people’ is violence? It takes place every day. We don’t see it. It......

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A door creaks open, a serpent-breeze coils itself around her ankles She has crossed her...

Onday one,you don’t foldthat on handkerchiefbecause you are tired of doingit all the time. And everyone......