My identity is a mid-summer crisis when water becomes a secular issue, but nation wants to focus on the woman in burkha who stole two buckets of water from the neighbouring tap. You see it's not the water that bring us under the same roof, but the clothes we wear. I am an Indian.(loudly) and … Continue reading Reclaiming my identity
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A day with an illness. Earlier I wrote every day about almost everything now I do not. I wait for the paper to drain all the sorrow. The filtered content then goes under the lens, where I try to bake a muffin. You do not write as long as you are happy. I go to … Continue reading Published on Olive Skins
The Poetic Elixir 
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