on the road with a memory
that year my father was the happiest man in all of assam, i’m quite sure. he had bought...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Oct 3, 2016 | indi |
that year my father was the happiest man in all of assam, i’m quite sure. he had bought...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Oct 1, 2016 | indi, Poetry |
some promises will not be kept some truths so easily swept under carpets thickly plush and warm...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Sep 29, 2016 | Espresso Shots |
the heavy teakwood doors burst open. binota and gopaler ma looked up startled, a few bodis fell...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Sep 24, 2016 | indi |
i was looking at this shot above when i suddenly thought of perfection. it’s a simple iphone...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Sep 21, 2016 | road to singapore |
when did the gurkhas come here? i went to the net to check. it’s an interesting story,...
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