There is this place. I want to go. Go to once again Live a couple of years Before this life ends. My soul sullenly yearns To fly over there. Why? Read More
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Timid Staying home mom I needed to give them care You only learnt to exploit me Selfish. Seasons Of disrespect Scalded that love, that softness I fought for our doomed Read More
The caravan was on its journey. Just in front of her in cages were wolves, jackals, hyenas. Thilda was petrified. With sizes so big, they would devour her in one Read More
Dia turned sharply. Her pigtails flying over her shoulder and she looked at me impenitently. “So? It’s Diwali!” Dia is my 5-year-old sister. Her ocean blue eyes glistened with excitement Read More
It was that hot, sultry dusk of June when temperatures were soaring up to a merciless 48 degrees. When humanity shuts itself indoors the whole day, enclosed inside air-conditioned rooms Read More
Hey! Hi! Hello! Sona, Mona, Shelly and respected Ms.Demello. Kitty party’s at my place, The theme marked is colour yellow. Spruce up to beano, swathe in yellow embrace, Baubles, Blooms, Read More
The autobiographical account of the writer who is no more. This was the first reason that I picked up this one jumping the to-be-read. Of South Indian roots, Paul’s father Read More
Mrs. Shah’s husband had been claimed to cancer. All attempts to save him, and the best treatment had perhaps prolonged his breaths for one more year. Now, after he was Read More
In the glare of sun hot above midlife Flushing, withering, love drops receding Trees shedding leaves down stark naked in glare a hot wind gropes, roaring. “He will not come.” Read More
Twinkle was standing near the gas stove. The slender Aubergines simmered with spices on the gentle blue gas flame. Just then, a wisp of air blew in through the side Read More
Running an hour late, Kavita hired a cab that would take her to office. She contently occupied the corner of the backseat, letting her gaze out of the glass window Read More
Rollick Frolic rush, father’s boat, a hint on high, Mother’s hand in prayer, calling sobriquets to sea, Boys’ gazing through corners of the eye. The boy grew to find, waves Read More
The year 1994. Vidya swiftly progressed to the Numbakkam station. Her surefootedness telling, she knew her journey well. Barely near the station, a frazzled torso with a heavy black blanket, Read More
“Linda! Did Titu call?” asked Ms. Latika looking at the woolen Beanie hat in the picture on the iPad. It was this hat coming from Titu for her birthday. Linda, Read More
Even since childhood, many tales I hear, Upon Mom’s knee, and grandma dear. They speak about a kingdom, above in the sky, Of boundless terrain unbelievable magic and miracles, my! Read More
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