Poetic On the other side of sixty, serene, frail and still beautiful Sudha considered herself to be a poet. she could create pictures with w...

Pishi-moni When I entered the room every thing seemed so dark I could not make out the figure lying on the bed. . The wooden doors and windo...

Night of dark shadows I saw her enter the room. Wow! what a figure. I pretended to be busy with my files. Let her stand there waiting. I men...

 I heard the voices using abusive language; a door banged, some one groaned. I bolted all the windows but the sound would not cease. T...