“कभी कभी लगता है… लगता है कि वो है ही नहीं।” “देखो उसके घर देर है अंधेर नहीं।” “हुह!!” एक महीने पहले बापू “हुह!!” को
“Am I a slut?” I often ask myself. When my friends used to narrate the incidents of their month’s old relationships, I used to judge
Sitting on the last bench, he had just cracked a brand new joke that made the kids around him laugh, when his class teacher, noticing
Dear Love, I know you don’t like it when I talk about my ex. But I am going to do it anyway. And I
Let me get this straight. Don’t call yourself an artist. Because the day you start calling yourself one, you’ll become like me. Selfish, egocentric and
I ring the doorbell and wait for the door to open. A woman opens the door and her eyes dance with anticipation at the sight
The overwhelming urge to lay my head on his shoulder is eating me up now, but somehow I will myself not to do it.
It began in the old village of Matera which rests on the bank of the wild, when on her seventh birthday, Msanii begged her mother
“You see that man? He is Professor Garg, the man who raped his student,” whispered a young student to her friend.