Prison of Words

Belle Dreams of Delusion, A little hope, perhaps a touch of illusion. The painting colors itself. The red rose bleeds … More

Alice in Winterland

The morning comes with the hues of gray, A silence pervades. Alice wakes up, somewhere between the dying night and … More

#MeToo

When I was eight, Mama taught me that in our world, there was power in words no more. When I … 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

Why We and the Seven Kingdoms Deserve Better than Daenerys Targaryen

As I sit typing this post at my favorite café in the city, I flinch. I flinch, because someone might … More