women

Ephemeral

She scrubbed her lips again and again till they were raw. The mirror reflected back the 13-year-old’s pale face, red-rimmed¬†eyes, and her swollen lips. She was feeling dirty even after her shower. She had always Read more…

By Yasha shetty, ago
Poetry

The Golden Bird

Oh! Meu land of gold What have they done to thee Even the British didn’t tale away What thy people have taken from thee. Those who came from farlands Acknowledged thy beauty And added A Read more…

By Sadah, ago