May 18, 2017 | Poetry, Seeing Through
She was late by two minutes to give him breakfast He yelled at her She yelled at him She yelled at the maid He yelled at the doorman The maid yelled at the dog The doorman cursed under his breath So they lost ten more minutes He, to be on his way to the workshop on...
May 16, 2017 | Short Story
It wasn’t my first trip to India. But every time I come here, I am full of nostalgia, a very quaint sense of cheer… and questions. Yes, questions too. I do love India. Even though I have been living abroad for 20 years now. Perhaps more because of it. I haven’t seen...