Kolkata diaries-1 It has been nearly six years, I reflected—yes, almost six years, or maybe even more. The thought crossed my mind as a...

The human forms were not visible clearly as the sandstorm blew its part over the rolling desert land. It was a tiny village set in the...

Down came the parachute Kimo was sitting by the sea; waves splashing onto her bare legs and then receding to their source. It was a...