Category Archives: Poetry and Fiction

Please let it be, that it’s a joke, played perfectly on April first. Because standing at a bus stop, I see a couple, breaking up. Even in the dim moody light, of a streetlamp, and the headlights, of various cars … Continue reading →

This is how we must love, like a child on a swing. Tethered to nothing, but the constant rhythm of movement. To and fro. We meet like this, every once in a while. A sandpit to save us. Even if … Continue reading →

He sits in what used to be their living room, and thinks. When she isn’t around, his memory jump-starts, and he remembers so much more. Their first dinner together. Their first shared stomach bug after a dubious golgappa. Their first … Continue reading →

It occurs to her then, that when as a child, she would refuse to wash. After playing in the mud. Tiny eyes pleading with the parent. Let me smell mud on me for a while longer. And now, as her … Continue reading →

She thanks the stars And the Gods of phlegm. Some vows are taken, More seriously than others. So in sickness, his love, flows and pours. As if from the depths of a bottomless box of tissue. She is sure then, … Continue reading →

As he clears her shelf, book by book. Dust flies. Inside his nose. Tickling. He sneezes loud and sad. In his hand, her notebooks. An unfinished novel. A winter’s attempt, to chronicle their recipes. Doodles. Drawings. Threats. In his sneeze, … Continue reading →