The Train back Home

  A ride I never wish for, A place I don’t wanna go, The magnets in me keep repelling, They are attracted to the unknown. They call me off, away. This ride gets me restless, I don’t wanna reach home safe at the end of the day, If home is where I finally go. People … Continue reading The Train back Home



Yesterday, at this very moment I was wet with the heat of Mumbai, my eyes creased down to a thin line, and my water bottle empty after having re-filled it twice. I was eating a Frankie (it is what rolls and wraps are called locally here) full of schezwan and cheese (which, for the record, … Continue reading SUMMER IV-[POTTERMANIA]