In the search of home
Poetry, Uncategorized

Hankering for The 7 Insipid Days 

An early arrivalA cool breeze of airshooting the rumours of the heat.A ride with a driver, who keptfretting about the history we keep,laments about the quality ofkikkar, ammonia and Rahul they breed. A motley group of friendsfrom country’s far endslame jokes, petite jibesall of which,…


We Have No Home 

Every year, millions of us move places to places to achieve our dreams, accomplish something bigger in our lives. And with each move, we leave or (atleast seemingly disconnect) from our homes or hometowns. We find solace – a place to be at – and…

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