By: Somrita Urni Ganguly He sat next to her, a wall, Unmoving. Unmoved? No, no, she convinced herself – A wall is not necessarily an obstacle; A wall is also about rootedness, about support. There is hope for her still….

By: Somrita Urni Ganguly And everytime I heard that song, I could see you next to me, hear your voice, feel your breath, sense your whispering passion. And so I stopped listening to that song; stopped looking for your smell in…

By: Somrita Urni Ganguly (You’ve read the Laila-Majnu story, have you not? This one is slightly different. The poet wrote it after Majnu was lost to her.) Laila uttered Qais’s name like a prayer every night – his face was the blood…