the last day of march
things keep moving moving so fast one moment it’s there and now it’s gone what about...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Mar 31, 2017 | Rambles, Rhymes and Tales |
things keep moving moving so fast one moment it’s there and now it’s gone what about...
Read MorePosted by rhea sinha | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetry |
Is it a colour or absence of one, Or is it a sign of superstition. Is it a mixture of all the...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Mar 27, 2017 | sarees tell stories |
it was my maternal uncle’s wedding. may 1966. i was six, my cousins between four and ten. we...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Mar 20, 2017 | Espresso Shots |
they started cutting the house the day after holi, so that they could finish before the monsoon...
Read MorePosted by rhea sinha | Mar 19, 2017 | aarwen, Poetry |
That wall against which I rest my tired head The last step sitting on which I stare blankly ahead...
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