It’s that time of the year in India, when you find students pouring over their books, papers, laptops. I see them with their noses dipped
Don’t tell me you’ve never fallen Or ever felt broken? Haven’t we all, at some time? Some a wee bit; others’ a wee bit more.
The rains have finally hit Mumbai after a long spell of summer. And everybody is rejoicing. No one is complaining of traffic delays, clothes not
Silently, stealthily, you come, Not a knock on the door, Not even a warning call, You walk right in… Turning a deaf ear to our requests,