July 1, 2012
Roads and Rains
A creaky rickshaw paddles away Snaking its way past narrow gullies Staggering along stones and dents Splattering mud collected in…
A creaky rickshaw paddles away Snaking its way past narrow gullies Staggering along stones and dents Splattering mud collected in…
I woke up this morning to the smell of the wet earth lingering in the air. I could resoundedly hear the…
Along the tranquil waters of the Dhansiri Patient fishermen huddle beneath Tattered umbrellas, abloom with flowers Toiling and sweltering for…
Three years back. The month was June. The days were warmer and the trees were younger. The sun, low in…