The Cyclone The wind asks the cherry tree to wake me up by rapping on my window with its overgrown branch. It wants me to judge the orchestra with the air around as one colossal woodwind instrument played by the inept fingers and mouth of the trees and windows left open. The sound that they produce is similar to the wailing of a mother who lost all her children and not a symphony as he wants it to be.

I was jolted awake from my peaceful Sunday morning sleep by the sound of old Hindi Movie songs blaring outside my open window. Generally, waking up to loud music is a phenomenon which occurs on Independence Day and Republic Day . It was quite unusual for a regular Sunday morning. …

Your daughters will be safe with our sons. I wanted to say this to you. Especially because my country is now being hailed as “No Country for Women” According to the latest data released by the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB), India recorded 88 rape cases every day in 2019…

The boy was young and handsome. Above all he worked for her husband, who was the captain of the King’s guard. “Lie with me” she commanded the boy. “I cannot. It is against God and my employer” replied the boy. She was overcome by lust and kept pestering him every…

I got the above picture for a poetry challenge and I found my ideas completely dried out. My first thoughts were on masked emotions by mothers’ hidden from their children and also maybe mother’s devotion. Then I thought of a narrative from the child’s point of view . I wanted…

Hey Uterus, This is not fair The way you hitch yourself to my emotions. I am not being ungrateful, you know. But you become the portal to my emotional centre. We should feel powerful, you and me Being the vessel that contains “Shakti”, Instead you send me to hormone hell. …

I just finished reading the latest edition of Just Mercy. …

I didn’t hear the alarm again, overslept, third time this week Missed making pancakes and served just cornflakes and milk Lunch box and midday snack had fruits and bread with jam . “Mama, again we have to eat this …” quipped my son. My partner was in the bath, getting…

I am an academician. I quit my position as an academic coordinator two months ago. I have not retired but decided to hit the pause button. It is like putting down your favourite book which you have been reading without any breaks. You have been with it for too long…