The Girl in the Magenta Anarkali — Chapter – 1
I was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, my hair standing in deliberate rebellion, a spiky mullet I had
The Diary
The Silence of September 17
Ammamma didn’t even drop her voice. She was picking stems off the tangedu flowers, her lap full of yellow petals,
Poetry
Krishna, My Love, My Lord Poem
My heart is a sanctrum to my love LordIam his humble son living in himHis flute singing in a beautiful