I have always been fascinated by the idea of Yakshis. Since childhood, they represented to me a dangerous amount of power and independence. I remember owning a storybook titled Vadakkan Gadhakal (The Ballads of the North) where the cover...
She lay at the bottom of the pool, forcefully holding herself back from floating to the surface by firmly gripping one of the pool ladders. She could hear the dull thrum of heavy monsoon drops assaulting the surface of the pool, invading her bones with a cold, sweet chill that at once...
In a kaleidoscope with a changing sky.
the fleeting-ness of me, and the there-ness of you.
Trying to tear from this shackle.
Rainbow in My Nosepin 