Hold. Hold this gaze Watch the fleeting shades Of hopes, tenderness and frustrations Sweep over her face like the clouds teasing the moon Those few seconds encapsulating Her struggles, victories … read more.


Words. The lullaby that puts me to sleep Marijuana showing me fantasy lands Harbinger of illusions And of cruel mental moulds The mother of fears and hopelessness A jailer holding … read more.

Dear Daughter,

This letter is not written by me. My daughter Anusha wrote this during the early part of 2012, just after she had resigned her job with Times of India and … read more.