The one constant trip of my life is the annual pilgrimage to our ancestral temple in Vazhuvoor (close by Mayiladurai). My family is one of the theist’s kind, to state it much subtly. Their devotion ...

The dreams keep coming back to me. They are not dreams off my deep thinking nor of my wild desires. To me they are overworked manifestation of imagination, not mine, but flung off of dark spans in uni...

Through then the voyage, I swam through an assortment of people, per kind. Force happened me to meet a guy who wanted to kiss me. Chancingly I meet an old lady who let me know what admirance she has f...