Author: Sindhu Gatha

Are you sad? pain? That too to you This was her response  when she got choked up amid the questions.

It was on the brink of a season that had been exhausted by decades in the clutches of time. There

The story of the new age is to learn about life, and that’s how she learns her character. She not

By love, your smell has to be wrapped around me Wake up in the flavour of kissing and sleeping In

In the kitchen,Heaving sighsFlowing through the salt fieldsThe girl who was trampled ondream rice was made in her tears The

The writer, who was sitting to write, made a stab at the pen’s cam. Even in the hands of the

Woman who marry death How many are there for the ceremonies Bringing them closer to her. Those who tasted their

Black is not a colour…Not even a creed or community. Invisible andsenseless fence that we create. We make them silentapartheid

Whose vocabulary is the sky? Of birds? Of the stars? Every bird and star Each letter, word and phrase Every