“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before […] Read More
Author: Arpita
Hola my space, my blog, my fellow bloggers, my readers, After a good three years, I am ready to get back to the one thing […] Read More
Some people live their lives clinging on to their past. The moments they remember, smile to and wish to relive. That is me. Clinging to […] Read More
Here’s a little preview Charu… She is a young girl of twenty who leads a well-protected life. But in 1947, when India is at the […] Read More
Die I must today This, the sculptor, does say, every day, Chisel and hammer, the shed, the stone Wait for him, whilst he lies lone. […] Read More
Amongst the zillions of writings about youMy words are simple, small but trueI pour my heart out to theeMy city, my Jaan, my Dilli! I […] Read More
What does my country mean to thee? If it’s not camels, carousels and cacophony What is India if not the hullabaloo Her identity lies in […] Read More
Bright red scarf and an orange hat Soft wrinkles, her lipstick’s red matte, Crunching the leaves under her bicycle wheel There she flies, without her […] Read More
Amidst the barren, broken and yellow earthLies an arid dream, dirty white at birth,Somewhere in the crevices, covered by crustBlinking, hiding, fighting the dust. He […] Read More
I did not miss India this summer. Delhi heat, dust-laden winds and dry grass made me believe I am not alien in this country. I […] Read More