Write-ups

I am made of layers Some prayers, some barriers I flow deep and fast, Moon beam, how vast! I am not a body river, I drown the soul! I am...

Kashmiri winters have always been hard, but a warm cup of chai clears my perception making me soak in the rewarding sun. What lies behind...

I walked into a theatre once The smell of confidence and wood Girish Mancha and my father Anticipate, as one would And I did, the impact...