History repeats itself they say, They're not entirely wrong, But when history repeats, Cycles complete, Information reveals itself,...

Histories are etched, On days like today, Normal in every sense when the begin, But transforming lives, Every minute, Until they end,...

I clearly remember, Back in 2003, I was seven, And my parents laid down mattresses and pillows, In the TV room, To watch the World Cup...

She's a girl in cotton kurtas, Worn for comfort and class, With embroideries telling stories, Of folk lores and of the past. A little...

Bits and pieces of paper, Forming a story together like a jig-saw puzzle, Thoughts turning into artwork, Is always worth it all.