Featured Image by Siddharth Sapre the kitchen in my ancestral home is my grandma’s fortress, home to the women and a guesthouse to the men in my family. 6:00 am knows my grandma’s morning face, her unpinned saree and tangled grey hair. stored in the creases of her palms are untold stories of her very … Continue reading
The sailor opened his ravaged cream canvas The harbor stood impedingly far from sight Beyond the fading orange gleam and approaching purple haze Of the drowning winter skyline, Upon whom the hallowed, salt- crusted, iron gallows dangle The corpses of an unforgiven past hung like the autumn bloom. Where men and women not confined to … Continue reading
