Pushing patience to the edge of difficulty Beauty and perfection ask, its own cost! Slapping the face with plethora of…
[Note: Written for the every woman] It’s surely one of those days when she bites her own lips to taste…
Note: Written during Holi last year (2017), the festival of colors as I reflect on the tragic plight of Radha,…
Brandishing a stick in her right hand while a toddler clung to her emaciated body, the petite sari clad…
An Essay from Santosh Bakaya’s Flights from My Terrace THE FLIGHT It is the eve of Makar Sankranti, and there is…
She remembers, The Day… When the intricacies of relationships were untangled. When the heart fascinated the maddening beauty. When in…
One moment passed through the green shade Of the longwoods. Humans of molten iron Forge saws and cranes out of…
If you want to know freedom, ask a lunatic Ask a beggar what food is! Food will find the doorstep…
Childhood beckons me: Dad, a regular presence – in home then, thoughts now. Once a lovely abode, hideaway in present…
Kalpna Singh-Chitnis is an Indian-American poet and filmmaker based in the United States. Author of Bare Soul (winner of the…