The Blue Trunk
This essay first appeared in The Soliloquies Anthology 22.1: No one was allowed to peek inside Father’s beat-up blue trunk, which remained secured with an old, but shiny, brass Godrej… Read more »
Category: #amwriting
I still forget
Someone at work advised me to buy Airborne pills to boost my immunity during my upcoming travel to India. So, today I stopped by the corner CVS store on my… Read more »
The Holocaust’s Victims -A Nonet
paraded and herded like cattle scatted and pelted like street dogs counted and cooped like poultry numb and gelid they lie only thing human is a desire for a quick… Read more »
When You Travel
The unopened mail is a mountain. Your Contigo stands inverted on the dish rack. I can’t enact our routine. I sit in your den, slide my feet into your sheepskin… Read more »
Confessions
This essay appeared on The Moon Magazine: Today is the 6th of October, my father’s birthday. He lies in the ICU at The Himalayan Hospital, Dehradun, India, in a mesh… Read more »
You don’t know her
This poem appeared on The Sidereal Magazine’s Issue 2 One half of a boiled egg Her fuel against winter Tattered handed down books Taught her the word Barely an Inch… Read more »
Citizen of a Morphing Nation
This poem first appeared in FortheSonorous The morning after the elections results night I try to tidy up my disheveled living room Picking up strewn blankets and pillows As a… Read more »
Skin Palette
My high school friend and neighbor, Juhi, and her elder sister, Komal Di, had skins the color of milk, so pristine and flawless that I used to think my brown… Read more »
No Tattoos
“Your turn,ready?” I display his name on my collarbone. “No. Because this is all so stupid. Ink shouldn’t hold us.” a 21-word story for #MicroMondays-6
The day of gold
Everything is a scintillating gold Jasmines and beads shroud my eyes But my taut lips stifle my dimples There’s no tinkle on Mother’s wrists She smiles, placid in soft… Read more »