A Forest of Crimson Gleam

Images and montages, Somewhere, the ‘I’ is lost in a star that still rages, Glimmers here, A touch of crimson … More

New Orleans: Memories of a Summer Lost

Summer has long since dwindled into the cold heart of winter, and I have found my home once again. The … More

The Grand Arrival: Mahalaya

Somewhere in the wee hours of dawn, when the night melts into the first blues and saffrons of daylight, Birendra … More

“Still there. Still there. Gone.”

Somewhere between childhood and the pangs of first love, I discovered that I craved nothing more than conversations. Conversations, heart-wrenching, … More