Stay at Home
Stay at Home Sayandeep Das I was used to it, used to the unrelenting nights and the blinding sun, making my eyes water. I was
Stay at Home Sayandeep Das I was used to it, used to the unrelenting nights and the blinding sun, making my eyes water. I was
A Watery Grave Sayandeep Das Look outside. Would you know the world is drowning? From Amsterdam to Rome, lungs filling with sea foam. Oceans are
Hope Sayandeep Das Through the window came the muffled noise; she looked down at the street and saw a group of young protesters with banners
The Mount Sayandeep Das Cresting sprawling sloping pines, Rough rushing falls Slicing through the open rolling mountains, Bright blinding twisting lines… The Mount. Ancient, dominant,
Revelation Sayandeep Das George hastily drew the curtain to cut off the sunray that filtered through the drawn blind. He tried to find solace in
Just Another Day Sayandeep Das Daniel felt miserable as he heard the beeps and whirring of the printer. This was not what he signed up
The Man from a Faraway Place Sayandeep Das I met a man from faraway lands, many decades ago. When the world was so very bad,
Crossing the Barrier Sayandeep Das Belen looked through the barbed fence of Nicosia, capital of Cyprus. He had imagined the world as a joyous, happy
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