Mandakini Bhattacherya

Mandakini Bhattacherya Every sleep has its destination, that it sometimes reaches. It leans against the wall, smokes a cigarette, waits… Read More »No Man’s Land

TREE-TRUE   The staccato rhythm washed upon dazed sleep – chop chop chop. The tree wanted to shout – Stop!… Read More »MANDAKINI BHATTACHERYA

Mandakini Bhattacherya   Always the rain creeps up. It could be happily drip-dripping from the shiny tree leaf-tap.   Instead… Read More »POTENTIAL