Those words of love
bead along the strand
of weeks linking
two days. Sometimes
dreams come to visit
gently, nudging the
listless hour - the
quiet afternoon in fall.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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Bridging Gap
I have had the misfortune of dealing with overzealous yet inexperienced UX teams that insist on being in the driver's seat in every situ...
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An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no ma...
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Published in Serenelight Shiv is fond of saying that he is left where magic realism meets Haiku and remembers having mentioned this to Joie...
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I, Ananya, am a suburban single mother minus the SUV that often comes with the territory. Ten years ago, I would have been awed by someone i...