How terrible is the finality of death especially when it’s a member of your family you were close to!Read more
A part of me was left behind,
As I left those lanes of memories.
To completing school,
Everything past stood.
How could a tiny ruptured wooden box do justice to half a century’s worth of memories?Read more
When it was time to leave, and my parents came to pick me up, grandma would always give me a few crystals of mishri.Read more
When sitting in the balcony,
A book propped on my lap.
My mom gets nostalgic about