The night drinks its last
breath of warmth.
He whistles his best-
some parodies he wishes
to scribble,
but the chill...
It permits him not
to jot down a few lines:
his...
The reticent Sardar finally speaks from the pulpit of an absolute monarch’s magnificence in Stone;
Proclaims of having fulfilled “India’s tryst with Destiny”;
The Wheel of...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...