In the early hours of a Sunday, On the backlane of a small town, a patch of bougainvilleas arrive into full bloom on a strange brick...

Why A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes Feels so Personal I As children we see our parents as immortals. But while growing up, there comes a...

I.Heteronyms I’ve followed my shadow for as long as the two of us can remember. Once a month, she takes the lead by example for a few...

this time, it’ll be different he is different his family doesn’t slit pigeons for kali puja they free the birds who do they think...

the tips of our wings / felt softer / than our hands ever could / ahead of us / the lake lay / like glass / lay like morning / pale and...

Sitting in the balcony he reminisced, The unique flavour each bite he had When his mother made him eat With her own hands. But now...

Hi. I was raped when I was a child. It was from a known person, this thought always makes me wild. he was my kin brother, calm down,...

There’s an air of melancholy that encircles every heavy step made when coming back after a holiday. I suppose it doesn’t help, waking up...

My father understood numbers,  So, he spilled his seven vows on my mother’s 80’s song cassettes. Numbers when pulled apart from ratios, i...

Slicing mangoes in summer  Is no mean feat. You need hardened patience You need to resist temptation So you tear off the peels with your...