The post man had just delivered a bi-monthly English journal; the editor of which had requested Manasi for a short story. Manasi stood befor...

Like a frail white cloud I float and fly; The bottomless well in your eyes beckon me. Pour them unto me oh maiden I want depth, I want to di...

Rain, rain, rain you love, And I drown myself in drops of water , Salty water that takes away my dreams, Dazed, I dive deep into the past An...

I often have a doubt whether I do love or regard anybody or is it only an image that I have superimpose on them. The amount of love and affe...