Children's

The window in the front door was fitted with glass, blurred for privacy, by a pattern of falling leaves. Jake counted the leaves over and over. There...

A week in the life of my son, Sam, as if told from his perspective. Written in September 2015

In through the window of the 4th floor apartment burst a strange arc of darkness, like a rainbow except that, instead of colours it was made up of...

My Alma Mater P K Routray NIT, Rourkela my Alma Mater, with love and pride I proclaim, as my second mother. My gratitude to her, superior to my...