To the little girl who always wondered, If she could make meals like her mother, For all the guests, And almost as good as hers. Let me...

My childhood keeps dying, In the lanes I've grown up in, Destroying one thing at a time, As if the universe is cleansing, Everything I...

Summer, really, truly, arrived today, all those years ago, when we were kids in school. Dressing up in new clothes, packing two whole...

The lightest of paper planes, And the softest of folds that made them, Held the echoes of our laughter, And reverberated it in the air,...

Today my 9 year-old self smiled at me, From within, From the past, From a parallel universe, As I cut an Alphonso mango, And relished...