Memories tumble into words.
She was barely 3-4 year old. She didn’t care about the picnicking folks or the sea or the pets. She was most obsessed with the soft balloons in her hands.
What waiting means in old age.
How dare they? Do they not know?
Bargaining dynamics during Bird flu – customer strikes back.
A dog’s confusion on where he truly belongs.
The Mathura trriiipppp.