The tree house that built me: A story by Sanjukta Ghoshal
I was twelve, when my mother died, and my father sent me to stay with my grandparents, here in Goa. What I loved the most...
I was twelve, when my mother died, and my father sent me to stay with my grandparents, here in Goa. What I loved the most...
The courtyard of our ancestral home housed a colossal treeIts roots meandered along the ground like knotted ropes There was something mysterious and enigmatic about itA...
The courtyard of our ancestral home housed a colossal treeIts roots meandered along the ground like knotted ropes There was something mysterious and enigmatic about itA...
The courtyard of our ancestral home housed a colossal treeIts roots meandered along the ground like knotted ropes There was something mysterious and enigmatic about itA...
As I walked in the Forest one warm day, I saw a beautifully-lit Tree house on the way. Fresh green foliage Did magically surround, Along...
As I walked in the Forest one warm day, I saw a beautifully-lit Tree house on the way. Fresh green foliage Did magically surround, Along...
As I walked in the Forest one warm day, I saw a beautifully-lit Tree house on the way. Fresh green foliage Did magically surround, Along...
How nice to stay in a tree house!As a kid, my father had built it,for me and my friends to play.It was a private space,where...
Forsaken in love and left broken heartedShe surrendered and left everything to fateManaging to survive every beguiling promiseTo her that he had fraudulently madeShe was...
Forsaken in love and left broken heartedShe surrendered and left everything to fateManaging to survive every beguiling promiseTo her that he had fraudulently madeShe was...
Forsaken in love and left broken heartedShe surrendered and left everything to fateManaging to survive every beguiling promiseTo her that he had fraudulently madeShe was...
I see her clinging to the railings That trap her within towering walls : Walls that now seem alien to her. I watch her stare...