[Poetry] A Melody of Death

The earth is barren and dry. She is dragging herself to the grave; Pulling her cross, summoning her crucifixion. Wrinkled skin, flesh rotten within; Her bloody heart bulging out of torn flesh; Dry thirsty lips  peeling like flakes of a dry soul. She breathes toxicity of human sins, Drinks black mortal vices, flowing through immortal …

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[Short story] Waiting for the whirlwind

The sultry summer weather suddenly disappeared and I found myself under the contour of dark clouds. I was walking by the same fateful Maurice Nagar intersection in North Delhi as Amitav Ghosh recollects in his book “The Great Derangement”. Describing a “grey, tube like extrusion” that came down whiplashing on 17th March 1978, Ghosh in …