It’s April – Ma would have loved it here now. Sitting in my modest balcony, I get a stunning view of the majestic Dhauladhar ranges,…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
The burnt gold swan sitting on the mantelpiece, gleamed in the bright sun rays streaming inside the spacious living room and proudly displayed the name,…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
We shared a look, a whisper, and sparks flew! Stolen glances in the college canteen, Secret rendezvous over a hot brew, Fired our virgin hearts…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
As the Sun descends in leaden steps, making way for the argent orb at dusk, “Pray tarry, do not evanesce yet,” entreats the Moon, “Why…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
Old albums, sepia photographs, I see When the world looked young and the joys were fresh Locked within these lonely confines, how do I flee?…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
The vast onyx sky, an ominous pit My soul – bleak and cheerless. I know I’ve failed but I hate to admit Searing screams, I…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
Paritosh rested against the grille of his balcony, holding his prized DSLR camera - a gift from Ronit - as the captivating Garhwal Himalayas loomed…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
Kaaya, the svelte, lissome 30-year old acclaimed writer, blessed with a peach-and-pink complexion and Rapunzel tresses, is the toast of Delhi’s literati. And my elder…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
The late afternoon sun gleamed on the Californian highlands, lighting up the horizon in rainbow flames. 13-year-old Ryan came out into their almond orchard, book…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
