By Oindrila Ghosal “The Trader of Dreams” “Once upon a time, there was a little girl who traded dreams for sleep.” “How little?” Neerja interjected Mohan’s narration. He clicked his tongue. “As little as we are. Save your questions for later. Let me finish my story first. So, where was I? Yes, there was a … Continue reading Of Dreams and Dust
To the one called home
By Oindrila Ghosal You surely do not have a label,Sticking to your neckOr a bunch of directionsLeading to where you may be found.You do not stand in the way of sun raysOr come rushing across the wild grasses,No song of wind blows through your hair,No broken fetters 'round your wrists.Often, I had seen you make … Continue reading To the one called home
Academy of the Heart And Mind 