Retrospect: Amma’s First Car
I was five years old perhaps –the last daughter of my parents’ middle age love after two quick-in-marriage sons– when … Continue reading Retrospect: Amma’s First Car
I was five years old perhaps –the last daughter of my parents’ middle age love after two quick-in-marriage sons– when … Continue reading Retrospect: Amma’s First Car
This is not the letter I wanted to write to you. This time, I wanted to write about the spring and the moon but I think ‘the name you shouldn’t have taken’ spoiled it all. So, I am writing to you about cages and captives, fires and fumes.
I wish I can write to you about the silk cotton tree, jasmines and blueberries but only when you stop taking the name we shouldn’t take! Continue reading The Name We Shouldn’t Take
Inside the leper colony, there are metaphors, crawling like the worms creeping slowly in and out of an open wound. … Continue reading Inside the Leper Colony
The red bricked wall surrounds a lush green lawn bordered with various plants and floral bushes. The Loquat tree stands … Continue reading The Page Stolen From December-Diary
“Dear Ramsha, I’m worrying about your rain‒walking this morning, hope you’re well.” This message is what echoes back whenever I … Continue reading A Journey that Lasts for a Lifetime: Yuri Serebryansky’s Nomadic Mentality
I have been lying down here for hours now. The spider in my mind doesn’t let me move. It spins … Continue reading Six Graves and Menstruation