I wonder

I wanted to write poems about her. I wanted to describe how she was like a rajnigandha flower, mellow yet intense. Her beauty was sublime, and when she smiled, she always held back. I wanted to describe her long beautiful hair, the dramatic turns, head nods, eye rolls, and expressions. But I can’t write poems about anymore […]

Juicy Lucy or Naughty Lucy?

I’m interning with a US University’s International programme and the first week was like this. The Indian counterpart for Minnesota’s Juicy Lucy is the “Naughty Lucy,” which we discovered in a conversation during the ride from Navadarshanam to Yogisthaan, a yoga centre, Vegan cafe, and dorm. The two-hour drive turned into an exchange of vital […]