I sit at the edge of my driveway drinking an apple juicebox, staring at my purple toenails. I’m eighteen but parts of me have never..

Born 1931 Here, by afternoon the sun slants down like candelabra; heart of mangoes shimmied fairy dust on her back. My grandmother picks the thumba..

I sat at the bar between two men ones ear had recently been cut off he still wore the bandages and the other had one..

A water tank for Allauddin Khilji now stinks of affluence- melts old in new. Memory snakes in through these yellow tunnels like a ghost in..

I see that everything you’ve done is gentle. Let me die gently. Let me breathe a long cotton breath and be done with it. Don’t..

Dreams to live to die by sometimes shuddering our way home whilst we tried to recall our listless motivations