'She chose the balcony of the Bhowmicks' flat, and made a nice home of it at that.'
'Unadulterated joys no longer fill my day, nor do thoughts of pure delight.'
A poem on a broken family during Christmas time.
Inside the mind of a player on a cricket ground.
A poem for my cricket coach, former fast bowler Anil Mittal, who passed away recently.
'You did not want to be attained.'