Traversing the world through travel, poetry and soul-baring
Growing up, I'd always get really excited about autumn (or fall) in Delhi. Why? Because of the simple pleasures of jumping on a pile of dried yellow leaves that the gardener left behind under a tree - definitely one of the most exciting seasonal activities. Yes, we got dirty but that's less of a consideration... Continue Reading →
That empty window on the top floor In the building with half broken walls Where edges of broken bricks frame the meaningless window Screaming of a bulldozed past That’s where happiness lives In the curtains that once moved to the early morning wind In the drapes behind which a child once playfully hid As his... Continue Reading →
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