The Mango Tree

There I was, sitting under the Mango tree planted in the front yard of my home. My track pant was smudged with earth along with my T-shirt as if I had been rolling around in the mud but I couldn’t care less. I used to live in one of those big government quarters provided by… Continue reading The Mango Tree


The sky opened up, the clouds parted, the first drops of drizzle it departed. The leaves stood still, the lake calm, in mourn had it still if it knew about, the cloud’s tears, the upcoming storm. The trees sigh in relief, ‘pittar-patter’ it speaks, its language so sweet. Stems so joyous, the otherwise dusty leaves,… Continue reading Homeward