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Anupam AyshaA day called home.It was a hot day. Umma and I had come to Wandoor by bus. I was having summer vacation at college. Wandoor is my mother’s place. The bus…Apr 22, 2022Apr 22, 2022
Anupam AyshaA Life, Completed.The parting had never been this hard before. Death had never been this real before. We are still finding time to get used to the part that…Jun 2, 2021Jun 2, 2021
Anupam AyshaI DON’T WANT SPRING.I was in a world of intense scent in my last life.Oct 23, 2020Oct 23, 2020
Anupam AyshaThe Ninth Symphony of a Petrichor.Until that day, the rain was a cue that rhymed only with hope. But, when it prolonged for so long a time like a hand being stretched, it…Aug 19, 2020Aug 19, 2020