She was a year old when her parents left for the City. Varsha, her parents had......

Friends from a long wayBoth distance and yearsMuch to catch up on Dosas mingle with laughterA......

He awakes and falls asleep,carrying the image of a dark van. Between the weekly lunch time......

His postgraduate certificate is tucked away in an old steel trunk. Every other day, he answers......

City gates are shut.The thoroughfares are quiet.The pandemic threatens individual lives.War is not over yet. September......

google knows what I did last summer,the fragrance of my soap. It knows that I’m hungryeven......

I pulled the desert over my eyesand sank deep into the sandblood of tulips ran overmaking......

starlit night …on a pavementin tattered clothesa beggar sings Kabiraenlightening the passers-by...

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dark, cold, and damp she sits curled in her precious cave...