“Don’t mind him,” says the well-meaning blond boy in the off-brand hoodie, his voice soft under the barks of drunken...
I feel safe riding shotgun beside you As you cruise and unload your exquisite mind on me You say you...
what is grace? what does it mean to be graceful? how does one give grace? this community is severely lacking...
Unusual being disconnected With the joy once felt As a child looking back And yet the magic is gone Is...
I like air that hurts to breathe and a sky that stings to look at I like prickled sense of...
We want water temperature to be just right. Not too hot, but not too cold either. This only happens when...
Walking me home in the early June evening Telling me I’m funny like you’re not leaving Knuckles brush mine before...
I recently came across a lovely children’s book titled “Dadaji’sPaintbrush,” written by Rashmi Sirdeshpande and illustrated by Ruchi Mhasne. “Dada”...