Tip of the iceberg

The breeze flicks her hair back the sun gleams over her shoulders. They like her smile only for five seconds. They like ice not knowing it is tip of the iceberg, what lies below the water surface is not interesting. She has been fed that depths are not tolerable, she is the sunshine everyone looks … Continue reading Tip of the iceberg


The mellow trees wave at my window and the old peepal in front of my house is the first to declare fall. The winter chill runs down my spine but the embers of you still glow in my fireplace. I confess the polaroids still float in my memory, I still keep the flannel trousers even … Continue reading Embers