I see Malli standing at the water’s edge Mouth open in shock as the foam of the waves attacks his soles His arms tight around his chest. Nikhil is seated in the sand. An eagerly dug hole holds him prisoner. Golden grains Trap his tanned arms. He looks up at his brother, who’s accusing the…Read more Sonali

Riding Strange

Riding the train to Osterley, The cuffs of my shirt dig in, Unsettled and weary of the Unnatural position I was in.   This strange crisp shirt, This odd little tie, These awkward lapels, These ankle biting shoes.   It was all very strange for me. Was I wearing it right? Did I look the…Read more Riding Strange