There was this bench in the park. Hidden away behind a wisteria tree that was purportedly a hundred years old.

There was a typhoon warning. But there is someone at her door. The second time Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain.

The coffee today had a tree in winter. Tabi studied the art like he always did. Consternation. Concentration. Confirmation.

I used to write down names on the first page of every notebook I owned. Like they hadn’t invented phones to rid you of the responsibility.

The first of three times Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain. A three-part response to the stormy weather we've been having.

Amaya’s lunches were a piece of art. Packed in mason jars of three different sizes, full of colour and textures and flavours.

She didn’t hear the door open. But she did feel the arms curl around her moments later.

She was making tea in the kitchen. He was asleep in the bedroom. Domestic scenes. Firefly vignettes.

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As we travelled down the winding path, a light rain began to fall. The sun set. A jugnu landed on the windowpane.

There were no answers in her life. No easy paths. Just choices. Endless choices. The only thing she couldn’t choose was not to decide.

Bhama is a history teacher. Her students hate history. So, she takes them to a museum. Except the museum is a very weird place.

Community theatre and presenting the everyday and how by the very act of presenting we make the everyday valuable

Baba Yaga doesn’t help anyone without getting something in return. Where is my gift?

What is this now? The humans aren’t satisfied with throwing their waste in my lake? Now they've started throwing in their children as well?

Our story begins in Chudovo, a village on the banks of the Volga. Everyone is preparing for the end of winter and the feast of Maslenitsa!

Every evening, dad and his friends would pay rummy. Mom would cook. And I would watch.

A witch's apprentice. A doctor's son. A dark forest. What could go wrong?

An exercise in catharsis after my embracing-arranged marriage-through-paid-matrimonial-websites phase

Rani, a devdasi is in conversation with the Chorus. Trigger warnings: foul language, description of rape and underage sex Rani Bai I...