Smruti KishoreNagpur. A love story.Growing up as a child, especially in a country like India, one forms multiple relationships with the various family members. You have your…Jan 3, 2022Jan 3, 2022
Smruti KishoreTatha, the man who made time stand still.Even before you heard the street hawker call out the fares of his daily wares, the smell of strong filter coffee drifted down the cold…Aug 17, 2020Aug 17, 2020
Smruti KishoreFor the love of sunsets.It was a cold summer evening, very unlike the hot and humid day that had preceded it. The trees were rustling with a soft murmur, speaking…Jul 14, 2020Jul 14, 2020
Smruti KishoreThe Moon — A Thing Of Distant BeautyThe moon was a jealous mistress last night, Arresting your every move with her perfect imperfections, Holding you captive with her…Apr 9, 2020Apr 9, 2020
Smruti KishoreLiving on a whim.The day started bright, booming and chirpy. The breeze was brisk but not cold, the coffee strong and black and the birds? They were…Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020
Smruti KishoreCan’t say goodbye just yet.You taught me to walk when I was a teeny babe. You caught me and pushed me to the deep end, Always pulling me back when it got too much.Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
Smruti KishoreThe final chapter.There are certain points in life, where you wonder what you could have done differently. For instance, if you wore a blue top with white…Sep 7, 2019Sep 7, 2019
Smruti KishoreTales of days gone by.When you’re a child, the world appears glossy. When you’re a child, the stories your parents told you of the defeat of bad by good seemed…Aug 12, 2019Aug 12, 2019
Smruti KishoreThe words took her breath away.There was a time in life, very early on, when Meera never thought she’d be one of those women in an extremely abusive relationship, but…Aug 5, 2019Aug 5, 2019
