The small window high up on the wall of her room gave her a glimpse of the clear blue sky, unending in its expanse, beginning…
A suffering for long, deeply buried in the sands of time. Silently bearing the pain, the humiliation and the tug of the heartstrings. The wound…
As Grandma Rosie stepped off the Matatu in her no-nonsense black skirt, a plain beige blouse and a warm brown jacket, her sensible flats taking…
The wind blows rough on my face Wrinkles my skin and burns my eyes The strong smell of the desert storm comes from far I…
Jia was exhausted. Not just from her work, but more drained from the heart. As her car drove through the maddening rush hour of Mumbai…
The new pen had been nagging me to begin. “Huh!” I said “You think it’s easy?” One has to think and plot and get the…