A healing poem for two young cousins caught in chicken pox's nasty grip.
A poem that highlights our alienation from the constant tension in Kashmir.
'I'm the new curtain over the fourth estate.'
'We are BJ-Party, party born to rule, we just want your money, money from you fools.'
Can a video really compare to the depth of the written word?
'No more over-sweetened tea with friends, or waiting to get a coffee and hoping the machine actually works this time.'