Histories are etched, On days like today, Normal in every sense when the begin, But transforming lives, Every minute, Until they end,...

I clearly remember, Back in 2003, I was seven, And my parents laid down mattresses and pillows, In the TV room, To watch the World Cup...

She's a girl in cotton kurtas, Worn for comfort and class, With embroideries telling stories, Of folk lores and of the past. A little...

Bits and pieces of paper, Forming a story together like a jig-saw puzzle, Thoughts turning into artwork, Is always worth it all.