Ma | Danya Bhasin Her brown opal eyes gazing into mine, haldi stains on her hands Amla oil coating every thick hair strand, perfumes of her ancestors trage...
How can I miss you when I never even was you? | Hind Dihan Who would I be without the choices I’ve made? What if there was another person that I may have been, had I chosen the road untaken, the p...
