The Quirky Indian

Sometimes, when you are only with yourself, listening to your own breaths and aware of the subtle movement of your own hair on your skin…

While baking my heart with your bundled warmth, pouring you into the willing contours of my body and smelling your night’s mouth…

As I sit in my cool cabin under a puddle of light from a meek table lamp, a few early gifts by my side, outside a predicted rain merrily…

Believing is simple. Therefore, one of the beauties of childhood is that you only believe. Because you had yet to learn the complex art of…

Years back at a hill station in India, my maternal uncle who was then a military doctor mildly chided a girl, asking her to stick to the…