Sherin PhilipMonsoon evenings Its 4:20 p.mThe popy nano is unfurled and like ants hopping onto fallen jaggery, people from left and right hold onto you for dear life.Jun 24, 2021Jun 24, 2021
Sherin PhilipBorders are long forgotten, Montony is the new weekend.Coffee is filtered, Conversations are masked.May 21, 2021May 21, 2021
Sherin PhilipThorns N RosesLike any other being, they also come in all shapes and sizes. Growing up with an ancestory of deep roots. Gifted with a survival kit of…Nov 16, 2020Nov 16, 2020
Sherin PhilipHymn for the metroChaos in the ear, chaos in the air Music bustling and people hustling Beats and scents Rhythm and blues Shared breaths Stolen glances By…Oct 28, 2020Oct 28, 2020
Sherin PhilipScentsTiny droplets of memories. Fresh And familiar Drives you high, yet lingers you to calmness. Carrying the known and the unknown. Of people…Oct 27, 2020Oct 27, 2020