In the land of South, where spices roam, There is a snack that’s far from alone. VADAI, they call it in South, VADA they call it, in north. Sibling of

Last evening, our flight ran into real turbulent weather as we were approaching Raipur. The pilot swerved several times and rose into the stratosphere. With near zero visibility at Raipur,

A rotting leaf in the Bougainville Park, that I clicked on the first evening of this year, haunted me for days, resulting in an experimental poem in surrealism.    Pray

My non Tamizh knowing North Indian friends, when they came to know that I have written poems in Thamizh, wanted me to translate them into English for wider readership. I

 Palki Nehwal was promoted as Under Secretary and posted to a different Ministry.  She was the only one with whom I confided. I knew she was fond of me as

Cometh the year 2012, I had to work in a different Department. It was a new building; the officers were also new. The Department was an important one in the Ministry