SITA RETURNS FROM IRAQ

…if there was a Sita and if she had been assigned the role of being the model partner, would the model need a rethink, redoing, restructuring? An engaging, thought-provoking story by Barnali Ray.   I wasn’t sure if I had lunch. I earnestly tapped SEND on the email. I sat on the edge of the…

Grandmother’s Hands

A nostalgic poem woven with ethnic flavors by Anu Mahadev. how they spin the beads on a sandalwood rosary counting faith in prayer these chapped, blackened hands once they too counted bangles played with toys marbles with a brother who no longer calls her sister any more. these hands, that have birthed many a baby…

Our Home — A River

Our home, like a river flows Breathes in sunshine, glints, glows Dresses in shadows drawn by the morning sun Windows twinkling, glowing with irrepressible fun Grows, expands gently, with our hearts, Accommodates guests, welcomes in every part Ebbs to cocoon us, a soothing coolness, show On a hot day, provides shade, shadow Washes away the…