Harsh KundulliFound an Old Mattress in the Atticfound an old cotton mattress that my grandma and I had made decades agoJul 27, 20201Jul 27, 20201
Harsh KundulliAn Unforgettable Evening Visita flower basket greeted me at her house — a rainbow in a potJul 26, 2020Jul 26, 2020
Harsh KundulliMy Favorite Place on Earthmy grandma’s lilting voice feeble, gentle, tenuous came flying over miles to whisper in my ears through my phoneJul 10, 20201Jul 10, 20201
Harsh KundulliThe Heavenly Smell After First Rainthe smell of mom’s hot snacks and masala chai - petrichor in the gardenJul 1, 20202Jul 1, 20202
Harsh KundulliAn Immigrant’s Taleenjoyed dancing snow but heard monsoon’s pitapat — a grateful homesick migrantJun 21, 2020Jun 21, 2020
Harsh KundulliLet Me Tell You Something About MyselfI come from a place where coconut trees line the skies. You will find a scene like the one above at every turn there. That place is called…May 31, 20201May 31, 20201