It’s Nanjangud Annu visits raves about as she usually does about old temples the older the monument the more the raving so long as they are well preserved like the famed pickles. I too visited this...
Four poems by Bhaswati Ghosh
1. HOW I MISS YOU I miss you like I miss the memory of things I once couldn’t forget if I tried to. Like the leaves of the tree under which the market presswallah wielded his heavy iron on the entire...