Earlier this piece was named "The paper...
Plastic cricket ball...

"Hi, Melanie my dearest,
in your tone...

4 - ACROSS:
Speckled by...

Six dreary years have expanded calluses
on his young fingers. He likes to feel...

[ Khajuraho is a World Heritage Site in Central...
Beehive peeks, temple granites...

( This piece was originally titled Love's Loss, is...
An edited version is presented here...

Rummaging through the ruins,
I recover you, lifeless...

I won't tread the path again
Let the grayish belt of asphalt...

We hover alongside.
Has the sky been sprayed with gulal...

The poem
holds shabbily...

I was alone in a Mini bus,
marooned in an ashen sea. A half-open...

Once, I hit upon Love in my way.
She asked...