April 2026

As a child, I always wanted to be invisible. It seemed like such a fun thought. Now, after all these years… the blank stares, the silence at the dining table, the lack of response… have I finally become invisible? cracks on ice

Before saying I do: Understand the responsibility beneath the vows Once, I was giving a lecture on the institution of marriage, and as a sociologist, the audience expected me to say that marriage is the most imperative institution of a society, and

The lesson’s familiar, yet incomplete,For safety’s sake, we must redefineThe boundaries of touch, the invasion of sightWhen eyes devour, and privacy takes flight Private spaces, once sacred, now breachedBy hungry gazes that linger and clutchThough assault and murder loom larger stillWe mustn’t

We grieve,we mourn,we love again.Offering the pliant vessel of our heartsInto another’s hands.Because, in loving,we are sheddingour past skinsAnd, the weightof weary expectationsSome…our own. The beauty of this worldis in the retrieval of lost thingsA reverenceA redressal, of sorts.The 10, 000 joys

[Dedicated to the phenomenal black poet and activist Nikki Giovanni from Virginia, USA, and to her poem ‘Lemonade Grows from Soil, too’, from her book ‘MAKE ME RAIN’: Poems & Prose.] The raw, spiraling dance that sprang like unseasonal growthof turbulence, reeking

Once upon an autumn ,I held an ashen memory ofa greyish sky which coveredOur play evenings.We were in bunches .. Once we became athletes,I have a scratched memory of her.She wore a blue frockwith gigantic white flowers.We used to call her “Rosa

“My husband is travelling in business class,” she had said to the man sitting next to her. Sitting next to her means sitting very close to her, since this was Economy. What one politician had recently described as ‘cattle’ class. To drop

It’s as though the elements sensed somethingthey seemed to collude in unisonto place obstacles in our way. Two days before we leavean uncertain future in our luggageas if it wanting us to staythe rain starts falling in sheetsthere are rumors of a

violin auditionsfor Philharmonic Orchestra…golden rain closed city –the cherry-plum tree keepsyesterday kids laughter a sky of blossomsthrough the apricot branches –bustle again on my street spring cleaning…the green silicone utensil setmy wind chimes project one night at Balchik…a white flowering cherry treesteals

Three loose womencrossing the streetsheddinglayers of sinunder moonlight