One Day When My Fingers Are Crumpled
Amma, my mother, died three years ago on this day. My daughter was born about a year and four months later. She never got to see her...
One Day When My Fingers Are Crumpled
Idols
Death
Forest Fire
Poem
Feast
Arrival
Follow
Sepia
Bench
Trespass
The Forest Reserve
Fading
Smell
An Appeal to the Waves
The Peepal Tree
The Granite Daughter
Aging