The Serpent, A Cursed Rhyme

   It was almost time to book the cab. Th e last few moments before leaving home were crucial. If we had forgotten to pack something essenti...

It was almost lunch time when we reached Chirakuti Ashram. Stainless steel plates were lined up along the floor. We dropped our belongings, ...

              We tumbled out of the cozy cocoon of our blankets and enveloped ourselves in jackets and shawls to set out for the 40 min long...

  Pooja’s fingers throbbed. A sharp sensation of pain traced her spine and spread across her lower back, crushing the muscles. She took a de...

The cottages dotting the huge premises of Bawali Farmhouse (near Budge Budge) had poetic names. We were allotted to one named Jagari while o...