Love will find a way

We draw our borders, we stake our claim,   yet love still rises, a quiet flame.   It slips through silence, it breaks the night,   a hidden ...

  • The Artist
    I came rushing back from the market to find the AC service fellow waiting for me at my doorstep.  Scruffy shoes, dirty shirt and dusty face...
  • Cabbage Head
    The one thing about being a teacher which always amazes me is the mesmerising power I hold over my students. Its an amazingly passionate an...
  • The Waiting Room
    The  Waiting  Room -      Piyu Mukerji The neurologist’s chamber was a busy place that cold Saturday morning . Saturdays were the bu...