Tendrils are nature’s hieroglyphs – a poetic word derived from the Greek for ‘sacred carvings’.
Autumn feels like spring in Aravali Biodiversity Park – lush, wild and weedy, and humming with a dizzying assortment of creatures.
He didn’t give up even after my failed attempt to kill him, something he insisted on mentioning each time he introduced me to someone.
He would always wait at the veranda. He’d welcome me with a grin, a tight hug and back rub. He had strong hands.
Whatever the time, the attire, or the profession, it seemed that all the women felt safe. I never saw anyone leering or jeering.
This story has been stubborn, it has defied articulation. It has dared me, taunted me: You think you can express all that you saw, you felt?