i hopewhen the time comesthe good boatmanwill take me acrossto where my old man is
some days its at my brother’s bedsideas he lies engulfed by tubesand machineskeeping him aliveme making a wish for him to get up and…
I remember the wind conducting a soothing symphony rustling leaves of huge mango trees as we waited with breath bated coconut…
Started reading “A city happens in Love” by Ravish Kumar — translated from the Hindi version — Ishq mein shahar hona, by…
There is a small incline in the road between my village, Shiroda and Bori (Goa). One night while travelling back home with my brother…