Dawn grew up to be a very independent child. She always believed herself to be her very own person, so naturally, when she reached her
Avik pulled the curtains and picked up his phone from the bed. No new messages. Not even one from the thirteen-odd WhatsApp groups he belongs
As expected, she didn’t lift a finger to remember our names. It seemed that she didn’t want to be bothered by Japanese names which must
Haiku master Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa was born on 15 June 1763 in Kashiwabara, Shinano Province of Japan. I seek serenity in his writings. Writes
Daddy would personally supervise when mashi, the old maid who stayed with us to take care of the household, oiled my thick hair every Sunday
18 May is celebrated worldwide as International Museum Day. Thomas Hardy's poem celebrates the British Museum.
There was a huge lock hanging from the iron- filigreed door. Through the intricate wall she could see the raised platform for the Lord’s seat.
In that sudden light she saw a yellow and black striped Bakraj snake slowly crossing the path. Suddenly, three army trucks broke through the darkness.
The darkness around the bazaar was thickening. Doiboki felt as if something heavy was sitting on her chest. Had she consented to leave the basket
Feluda woke up feeling disoriented. He looked around only to find that he was lying on a huge bed. He found that he was in
You were there when that little child fell,/She bruised her leg and cried./ You felt for her, rustled your leaves,/Until her eyes dried.
The night’s a complete washout/ The eyes can’t hold the ocean/Flooding the parched soil/And does its own thing/with the mascara, the eyeliner
All of a sudden, two deer came out of the forest - one bold buck and one proud doe, still wearing their ‘winter coats’. Slowly
Shukria rose from the floor next to the wash basin with a slight grunt as her daughter, her partner in running this household of boys
Let us embark on a journey that you and I will have while we go through my scrapbook, which has the fondest memories I have
They say forgetting will render you free,/But that's not the case with you and me./I like to believe that I have known you long,/But truth
