A knife stabs you, again and again. The knife isn’t aware that it’s stabbing. You’re the only one who sees the stabbing. The knife is someone you love dearly.
When Bihar fell in love with civil services, this village found its comfort in the IITs.
We may not get to watch Pakistani serials anymore, but nobody said anything about food.
For TV and movie writers, balancing unimaginative network executives with the urge to create good stories is a hard task.
'Now that it is over, you say, we must know how good it was'
Like old boyfriends, these two keep popping back into my life.
A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.