THOSE BLACK TRUNKS OF MEMORIES

Temperature dropped suddenly. Fog rushed in. All the buildings surrounding the office, despite all the fancy high voltage lights, disappeare...

It has never been about chimneys in this part of the world. So, I come and go using whatever means available; as long as it’s a quick stop (...

Autumn is here - in the garden where we walked, The rotating gates’ welcoming embrace, A painful, cruel, piercing squeak now.   Autu...

The girls place the lit candles on the marble floor of the Gurudwara. “We celebrate sixth guru’s release from Jahangir’s prison as Bandichor...

Another day of waiting at labour chowk. Another day without work. He spends the last coins in his pocket on poori-sabji at the corner cart b...

  This August Ravi shared an article ‘The value of owning more books than you can read’ with a caption ‘Surdy, your secret is out. You have ...

The last step of my physical creation - my covers are glued. I join the pile of my clones. Soon afterwards, I travel in the dark world of a ...