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…