He gave her his rib And tried to own her. But hey, men! How do you own the womb that conceived you? He then
With a soft grunt, he rolled off his warm bed, Slipped on the rubber shoes under the bed, Pulled over the windproof jacket The knitted
Well, not exactly Christmas since it’s six days away but you get the idea right? A recap to my Non-Manipuri readers, Manipur, also proudly proclaimed
(this piece was originally written for Nagadao bi-yearly magazine by NSUD April-October 2016 issue) “when women move forward the family moves, the villages moves, and
I’ve been sitting on this story for a while now. I mean, it would brush past my mind at times and leave no trace of
I’ve seen racism in my audiences. For example, I’ve seen people laugh at every other group, but then clam up when it comes to their
It’s 3 am and I am sitting here in my shabby room in Delhi trying to put together an SKU, flipping through folders, eyes glued to the
Long ago, when our gods were plenty and the sacrifices untold, when trees were revered and lands- sacred, there in the little corner of a
When it comes to dealing with memory loss, the famous Korean movie “A moment to remember” and the Hollywood hit “The Notebook” pops up. I reckon
For my third series today, I want to open it with a quote from Jodi Picoult ~ “My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the