That code. Was it the beginning of social media?
Re-up, first posted on May 26, 2017. This morning, Twitter took me to an article in The Washington...
Read Moreby Indrani Robbins | May 15, 2024 | Unblock | 0 |
Re-up, first posted on May 26, 2017. This morning, Twitter took me to an article in The Washington...
Read Moreby Indrani Robbins | Mar 4, 2024 | Unblock | 0 |
I didn’t notice the kingfisher at all as we sailed up the Bhagirathi on our raft. I was...
Read Moreby Indrani Robbins | Mar 6, 2018 | Unblock | 0 |
Have you ever felt sand slip away through your fingers? As though it had a will of its own? As...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Sep 10, 2017 | Unblock | 0 |
Something about the door made me want to stop and stare. White against white, windows on either...
Read Moreby Indrani Robbins | Sep 5, 2017 | Unblock | 0 |
It was a quiet slow Sunday. Then suddenly, I was knocked off my feet and hurtling into an unknown,...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Feb 27, 2017 | Unblock | 0 |
Sometimes they write a whole epic with a look, sometimes a quick essay with a smile… and at...
Read Moreby Indrani Robbins | Jan 2, 2017 | Unblock | 0 |
Funny how, a simple date signals hope, change, something exciting coming up. 1st of January. There...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Dec 26, 2016 | Unblock | 0 |
Those two words came together and spelt romance to almost anyone growing up in the eighties, maybe...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Sep 26, 2016 | Unblock | 0 |
Right by the green is the road but the blue butterfly doesn’t fly there. How does it know...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Jun 19, 2016 | Unblock | 0 |
While walking the other day, I saw something I’d never expected to, for I didn’t know...
Read Moreby Writers Block | May 29, 2016 | Unblock | 0 |
Rail tracks, they have a way of taking you on a journey even as you stand there just looking. Even...
Read Moreby Writers Block | Apr 4, 2016 | Unblock | 0 |
Nineteen. Could anyone make nineteen runs in the final over of the game? The final game? Surely...
Read More"The transmigration of dream into salad"
Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XXXVI