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  • Dribble #3 – A Mother was Born

    Dribble #3 – A Mother was Born

    The moment Bhumi took the little life on her lap, a mother was born. Read the story of Bhumi’s exceptional motherhood in my dribble.

  • Dribble #2 – The Dancer’s Comeback

    Dribble #2 – The Dancer’s Comeback

    Gayathri, a dancer, makes a comeback in a phenomenal way. Read her story in this dribble.

  • Dribble #1 Who was she?

    Dribble #1 Who was she?

    What happens when Nitya looks at herself in the mirror before going to the puja pandal? Read my dribble to know.

  • Krishna Bliss – Poem#1

    Krishna Bliss – Poem#1

    Kalachand, the black moon has blindfolded my eyes, He is chasing me always in the form of a black shepherd boy. I can feel, the black boy has bonded me with a bond of affection and tied me up with the Supreme illusion.

  • You Write What You Have to Write at That Hour

    You Write What You Have to Write at That Hour

    We writers, can’t write anything that we wish to. We only write what we have to write at that hour. Maybe, we don’t choose the hour and the genre of writing but they choose us to be written.