Pooja RajRain,Love and The Distant TrainThere was a couple sitting in the cafe when I walked in. As the light was low, I didn’t know who they were until the woman turned around…Sep 24, 2020Sep 24, 2020
Pooja RajDo You Listen to What They Say?Where does sadness come from? Does it come from me? Do I create it? But then do you feel they come from the ravines, corners and the…Sep 23, 2020Sep 23, 2020
Pooja RajMatch BoxesI look out of my window and see stacks of matchboxes; some stacks are twenty floors tall and some three. Every box similar in appearance…Sep 22, 2020Sep 22, 2020
Pooja RajA Prick In My ThroatCalicut, I would better like to call it Kozhikode. A city, that brings me memories in the form of fragrances. The soft sweet smell of my…Sep 21, 2020Sep 21, 2020