Chantal strutted onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and faced the camera. The sun lit up her burnt sienna hair, accentuating her crème caramel extensions. She raised her arms and...

We met serendipitously,not because the universe announced itself,but because a concrete planterheld just enough spacefor two people not lookingto notice each other anyway. A week too heavy.A night already thinning.Then your voice, unarmed.Mine answering before I knew why. Chance opened the...

ब्लैक एंड व्हाइट पिक्चर सी रही हैं ज़िन्दगी हक़ीकत कम बस ख्वाबों में दिखी है ज़िन्दगी।

here I amagainliftin the lidto see if anythinfermentedor if mold had eaten its way toward the middle leanin over and breathin it intil the rotcoats the back of my throatand I’m coughin upthe phlegm of itspittin it into my palmwatchin...