'It’s 3 am and my mind is sentient with words'
A fictional story from the Kashmir Valley.
A poem on one year of the pandemic.
A poem on how the pandemic has stolen some of my present and future.
'Of no acknowledgment, and selective consequence.'
A poem on a young girl taking a late night auto ride told from three perspectives – the girl's, the side view mirror of the auto and the driver – …
'I don’t know where to start.'