Author: Mudita Shukla
Autumn Leaves
October is coming to an end, The leaves are starting to fall, I could hear them rustling under my feet, As I walked along the lonely boulevard. The sky has turned mellow, With the shades of the dying sun. The wind has lost its warmth, Before reaching the Hills of Caisson. I could hear the…
The Love We Never Get
She found the name by accident, the way most truths arrive. Not through confession, not through confrontation. Just a phone left open on a kitchen counter while the kettle was still whistling. A name that wasn’t a name. A stranger wearing a disguise inside the one place she thought she’d never need to look. She…
Dharkot Village Sat Above the Clouds and Below the Noise.
I arrived in Dharkot village on a Thursday afternoon when clouds hung so low they brushed the tin roofs, turning the village into something half-real, half-dream. The shared jeep from the main road could only take me so far. The last stretch required walking, crossing the Dobra Chanti Bridge on foot while my backpack grew…
