Glissade

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

It had been three months since the last time I heard Om Sagda’s screams. I marked those empty days on the calendar.

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.

Now every alphabet of your mis-branding is peeled  away by the salt of time

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