Trains have played a major role in my childhood travels. As a kid, every summer we would travel to Chennai from Delhi, the…
Echoes Among Stones The air was thick with the scent of oak and sharp pine. Elias carried a dense bouquet of hydrangeas, his…
Version 1 – The Ritual A fine-tipped Black Permanent Marker, a tube of clear Super Glue, Alkaline Solution, and a box of Paraffin…
When a book begins with “My mother entertained the thought of killing me,” you know it’s going to be impossible to put down.…
Like every other book lover, my TBR is overflowing, my shelves groaning under the weight of unread books — and yet I keep…
Does one need to be a poet to appreciate poetry? To look beyond the words and truly feel the emotions they carry? Reading…
There couldn’t have been a better title for Tejaswi Priyadarshi’s Berserk. Though I’d come across Priyararshi’s books often on social media, this was…
A Silent Witness Being a public bathroom, I have seen it all: body fluids staining my cracked tiles, paan juice smeared into my…
Spring Rain Ronnie unplugged the phone. It had died sometime during his all-night scroll through Rhea’s profile, drowning in memories he couldn’t let…
Trapped I glance at the photograph—the one we took decades ago, arms entwined, smiles wide. Just yesterday, I shredded it to pieces. And…