nolen gur, balaclava, and bombs
“if you don’t want a child, just use nirodh!” said the ten year old. “nirodh!” there was awe and...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Feb 25, 2019 | Espresso Shots |
“if you don’t want a child, just use nirodh!” said the ten year old. “nirodh!” there was awe and...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Feb 17, 2019 | Poetry |
my soldier, you are goneto paradise or beyond this universe’s realmi have no way of knowingthe...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jan 3, 2019 | sarees tell stories |
in the middle of may or was it june last year, when a good friend and his wife invited us to their...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Nov 26, 2018 | Espresso Shots |
a wail rose up in the calm late afternoon air. the tail end of it came stalking into the room with...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Nov 11, 2018 | ADiction |
everything is complex, nothing is without its politics, yet when the voice you know so well does...
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