I hail from Delhi—a city of mirages and incandescent enticements. My city is a motherless daughter left alone to ...

As you wait in anticipation of the rain to stop, Dressed in yearning skin, My tired fingers are writing this poetry for someone.

1. Childhood? As a child, I used to chew paper, As an adult paper chews me seeking an apology. When love triangles mantled cinemas Now I...