“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 them. “How can they have
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 the noise, decided to act.
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 know that you will forgive
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 intimidating. 1. You won’t
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 of the letter addressed to
The overwhelming urge to lay my head on his shoulder is eating me up now, but somehow I will myself not to do it. He would let me if
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 for a doll house.
“You see that man? He is Professor Garg, the man who raped his student,” whispered a young student to her friend.
I had sent my poems to seven different publications and none of them wanted to give me a chance. I felt all my effort going down the drain, much like