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

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 Half-Eaten Sugary Treat: A Review of Projapoti Biskut

Two half-broken people. Spouses, then lovers. A dying sun. The Ganges flowing with her majestic waves in front of them. … 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