Amongst the scanty daily post delivered to my office [usually registered official letters], a small postcard was received. The fazed glassy-eyed receptionist carried the insignificant looking dispatch to my office, handing it to me rather apologetically. I’m guessing, she was afraid of calling my attention…
I thought it was endured by the weak and the infirmBut I’ve had the strength to wink at it, the tireless years confirm Another astray belief- it homes well with just the ineruditeBut despite my academic schooling, I’m yet another number to the plight Every…
I”ll turn, all you were to me, in a story someday;Relive the throbs of pain you put my heart through;Smirk at the radiant smiles you once lit up my soul with;Voyage back in time, to the endless years of trustful waiting ;Languish the words from…
The acclaimed Man Booker Prize Winning author intrigued me first for the nonsensical, boorish gender-biased comment by a senior Indian journalist [need I say the word ‘Male’?] after ‘The God of Small Things’ had not long ago earned her the literary fame and international limelight.…
I look at the two pigeons tip toeing together on the fenced wall. I don’t know why they’re there- they don’t seem to be looking for food or whiling away time. They’re probably having an unspoken conversation- without words, bodily gestures, and facial expressions. I…