It was always around the time of this grand festival, where the ten-headed Rakshasa king would be burnt in majestic effigy.
All the poets coming from these seven lands sing of the same hopes and similar woes.
My experience of Harvard University, twenty years ago, where I went as an undergraduate is defined by my time with Alec.
There appeared to be a subtle but fierce competition inside the bus to share a seat with her and enjoy her garrulous company.
My mother on the other side was a character with staunch piousness and heavy ethics. I'll have to strain my brain greatly to recall any incident where I found her stepping out of her ethics.
I look up and scan my reflection. My layered hair has escaped my frail attempt at a ponytail.
All In Deep Sleep - A beautiful short story on love and sadness by Denis Rohit Soreng.
