Someone please book my Cab. The whole night i was trying to book my cab in the dream. But it… Read more Someone please

do the dead exist. I never thought about it. But now that thought is arising. Maybe in the house where… Read more the DEADS

It’s an afternoon. But not just any afternoon. My mother in a wheel chair faces the second floor balcony. The… Read more Pain of Regret

no we are not. I have not emptied from within. From the story which is running in the head. story… Read more and we are not done yet

a phone call came to me by a person who looks after my business. It was an interesting phone call… Read more a phone call

niqaab is to cover up. Not in any religious tone i write, i write with the essence of hiding, covering… Read more niqaab

yes it was. a thursday night. somewhere between the urine trip for my mother, putting her beloved I pad on… Read more it was a Thursday night

a very clear dream. Did i know its a dream ? No, but with this artist, i go and have… Read more ice cream

today morning i am inside the gallery. I have arrived at a space with some form of luggage. I am… Read more GALLERY

3 dreams, 3 different stories all in one night. And characters engage with me. First is of the Publisher cum… Read more 3 stories in one night is a bit too much

day 1 is the story of someone creating an issue for me, it may seem like an issue for me.… Read more Day 1