I wouldn’t pretend I have a worthy tale to tell, I have only the musings of a twisted mind to sell.
The first day of my arrival in Mumbai about eight years ago has been one of the most important days of my life for many reasons, but the most important one is this — sweating profusely in the scorching heat of summer and desperately trying to…
Here is another poem by Rangin. This one is in Odia. Some of the lines in this poem are hauntingly beautiful.
Rangin finally decided to sit down and recite one of his poems. Here it is: