And out of the night they came; Two lost souls; a gent and a dame. Eyes a mirror of despair, they walked, Not a word escaped, they never talked.   Desolation reigned, utter and resolute; Their face a visage of despair, absolute. They seemed to seek, to find a truth. …

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound; life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found. She held her baby close, her heart aflutter eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter. Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage, she stood up; erect, proud in carriage. Yes! she …

On a road less traveled, a road that I had taken I met a fellow Traveler, hidden feelings he did awaken. We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust. “What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten …

“Congratulations on the success of your book – ‘Feminism is a HE’!” said Priya, interviewing Rahul on air. “Hmmm!” mused Rahul. “I am happy but I am more satisfied that my work has been accepted.”  “I’m sure. Tell us something about your book? What was your inspiration to write it?” …

It was a dark, stormy night. Mumbai witnessed one of the worst rains of the season. My arriving flight had been delayed by a few hours due to tempestuous weather so I walked out of the airport, to the chime of the clock striking 1 am. Booking a taxi at …

 A freak thunder storm had gripped the city of Indore and held it captive the past couple of days. The city was slowing limping back to normalcy as uprooted trees and toppled electric poles were cleared away. “Trring, trring. Trring, trring!” The insistent ring of the mobile woke him from …

Life keeps throwing me stones and I keep finding the diamonds; For in my bosom I nurture hope, my heart surges with optimism. Be it a torrid tempest or a day that has been deluged I still sail the rough seas, chart my own course to bridge any chasm. Over …

Amma’s death came as a shock, even though I had known for a while that death was inevitable. One minute I could visualize her smiling benevolently at me and the very next, she was gone. Amma was the rock of our family. After Baba’s death, very early on in my …

She was a shy creature. Always hiding behind her mother’s skirts & peeping out of curtains. She could not understand the language of humans. She preferred the company of butterflies, birds and nature to that of children her age. The other children called her slow, even retarded at times. They …

I sat where it is birthed, the mighty Ganges As it spews forth from the mountain ranges The waters were white & crystal clear, After being released from mother Earth’s lair. The vista was surreal, with scenic hue changes. The river sprang forth in splendorous form Breaking many an age …